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If you haven’t read the previous Chapters, the author suggests you take a moment to go back and read them to understand how Joey and his Mom got to this point. All participants in this story are over 21 years of age.

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I let Mom run her bath before I got in the shower. If she was going to shave her pussy for me, it seemed only right that I let her have the bulk of the hot water. When I heard her turn off the water, I fired up the shower. It was almost immediately hot, Mom having gotten the hot water circulating in the pipes.

As I soaped up, my mind started replaying the events of the past few weeks, especially the last 24 hours or so. At this time the day before Mom and I were still just Mother and Son. We had been playing a dangerous game with all the cuddling and hugging, and especially with the few short dry humps we allowed ourselves but somehow were able to ignore. I guess they’re right; denial is more than a river in Egypt.

But in the past 24 hours we had gone on a date, fucked three times, and had fiddled with each other all the way through two football games. And in the last 3 hours, Mom had given me the two best blowjobs of my life.

And the thing that struck me was that it didn’t feel wrong, or evil, or corrupt. I’ve loved my mother all my life She’s still young, she’s beautiful, she’s really everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman. The sex with her is in a class by itself. It’s not only the best sex I’ve ever had, but the fact that it’s with someone that I love very deeply just makes it not only the best sex I’ve ever had, but better than I’ve ever been able to imagine.

Yes, there was a small voice in the background telling me it was wrong, but the louder voice drowned it out, telling me not to worry and to just follow this wherever it led. It was more than my little head overruling my big head. It just felt right.

As I toweled off, I consciously acknowledged that I was okay with what was going on and that I trusted myself, Mom, and the strength of our love for each other to guide us in the right direction.

Mom was still in her bath when I got out so I went into my room and without dressing, laid down on my bed and flipped open my laptop. I browsed through a few of my key websites for scores and news, checked my email and poked around on Instagram for a while. I started thinking about what I should do with my apartment in Houston. I had left on a moments’ notice and I’m sure I had mail stacking up. I needed to get there soon to either resume my life or to pack it up and move back to Denver.

As I was mulling this thought over, I heard Mom get out of the bath and listened to her humming as she went through her post-bath routine of skin creams, body lotions, and whatever it is that women do. I heard the bathroom door close and after about ten minutes she called my name.

I closed my laptop and without bothering to dress walked into her bedroom. It was lit only by candles and the bed covers were pulled all the way off and lay in a pile at the foot of the bed. In the center, on only a sheet was Mom, her hair splayed on the pillows, naked, as beautiful as any woman I’ve ever seen.

She lay with her arms at her sides, away from her body. Her body seemed to have a radiant glow in the flickering candlelight. Thinking about our earlier conversation I looked down at her little peach to see if she had shaved it. Her legs were closed, though, and all I could see in the candlelight was that she had trimmed the bushy top part and all that remained was a landing strip of short, tight, ash-blonde curls.

“Come here Sweetheart,” she said, beckoning me with one hand. “Lay down here with me.” I climbed onto the bed, my cock beginning to stiffen. I kissed her left breast gently, took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. “Mmmmm,” she purred. She smelled like lilacs, or maybe they were magnolias, but whatever the aroma was, it smelled like flowers and mixed perfectly with her personal scent.

After five minutes or so of relishing my kissing and licking her nipples, she took my head between her hands and directed my face up to hers. We kissed deeply, our tongues hungry for each other, dancing with the other. I tasted the mint in her mouth from the toothpaste and mouthwash she had just used.

We kissed for another five minutes or so, then she whispered, “I’m ready for you, baby,” and placed one hand on top of each of my shoulders. With a gentle nudge, she let me know what she wanted. She wanted me to go down on her. She wanted me to lower my body and my head and my face until my mouth was right there at my own mother’s pussy.

She pushed me down with a smidge more force, and I started kissing my way, crossing the divide of her breasts, down her stomach, stopping at her belly button to briefly tongue and kiss it, then down to the neatly trimmed patch of hair riding atop her pubic bone. As I got closer she slowly spread her legs, inching them apart, opening up like a flower for me. I kissed the small patch casino oyna of hair as I watched her legs spread wider and wider, inviting me in.

I moved between her open legs and positioned my face right in front of her freshly shaved vulva. I breathed in deeply, admiring the pure beauty of the smooth, puffy skin surrounding her vagina, the neatly folded lips of her smaller labia, and the drop of moisture that I could see forming at her opening in the dim candlelight. Again I smelled the hint of flowers, and here it was mixed with her woman smell, the sweet scent of flowers blending perfectly with the pungent smell of her sex.

I lightly put the tip of my index finger on the small drop of moisture beginning to leak from her, spreading it up. I felt its thick viscosity, the wonderful slickness of it. I removed my hand and kissed the very top of the inside of her left thigh, just below where her leg met her freshly-shaved vulva. Then I lightly kissed the same spot on her right thigh, and let the tip of my tongue trace up the line where her hip met her tummy.

“Mmmmmmm,” I heard her moan quietly.

“I love you, Mom,” I answered.

Her only reply was another soft moan as I gently kissed the glossy outer lips of her pussy. Being careful not to get too close to her inner lips or clitoris, I kissed the puffy outer lips of her smooth, hairless cunt, then gave long licks up each in turn. I sucked first the smooth right side into my mouth, then the left, still being careful to avoid her most sensitive parts. My tongue slowly traced over her shaved mons, deliberately coming excruciatingly close to her clit, but not quite tracing a path over it. Mom raised her knees slightly in anticipation and her legs fell apart even wider.

Inspecting the folds of her inner lips, I could see that more moisture was forming there. Again with my index finger, I spread her love juice around her shaved vulva as if I was shining it, then licked it off, tasting my mother’s creamy treat for the first time. She tasted sweet and salty, with just a trace of what could have been cider vinegar. To me it tasted perfect, and I wanted more.

I took one long lick up the entire length of her slit, stopping just short of her still-hooded clitoris. Her juice was thick and beginning to flow copiously from her opening flower. I took another long, slow lap from bottom to top and felt Mom’s hips rise off the bed just a bit to meet my tongue.

“Oh,” she exhaled when I let my tongue trace slowly over her clit.

“You taste so good Mom,” I said after taking another long slow lick, this time letting my tongue invade her just for a moment as I passed by her vacant tunnel.

“Oh my god, Joey,” she said softly and I again ran my tongue slowly up her open gash. I put the tip of my tongue inside her and swirled it slowly around, creating firm pressure in a slow circle around her opening. She groaned again, letting me know she liked it.

I withdrew my tongue and gave her an unhurried lick along her entire length, lingering for a brief moment on her emerging clit. I slid my tongue back down and put the tip in her again, remaining motionless for a moment, then sticking it into her as far as I could get it. She pushed her pussy against my face, willing my tongue to go deeper and deeper into her. Finally, unable to breathe, I pulled out my tongue, and started moving it in and out of her, as if I was fucking her with it.

She responded by moving against me with perfect rhythm and holding the top of my head.

“Oh, that’s it. Fuck Mommy with your tongue, Joey,” she panted. My cock was aching it was so hard and I shifted so it was up against her leg instead of the bedsheets. I moved it against her as I fucked her with my tongue.

I had to stop; I was afraid I might spill my seed right then if I kept scraping my cock against her leg. I didn’t want this to end yet. I stopped tongue-fucking her, and moved both my hands up to her cunt, placing an index finger on either side of her clit. Pushing outward and upward, I saw her love button pop completely out of its hood. It was swollen, whitish, and quite large. I gave it a quick lick and Mom gasped. I gave another and she gasped again. Spreading my fingers wider, I put my lips around it and sucked it into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it while keep light pressure from the sucking. I nursed on it and twirled my tongue on it at the same time and Mom raised her knees a little higher and I felt a release of more of her tasty nectar.

Keeping her clit in my mouth and my tongue swirling and lashing at it, I removed one index finger from her mons and slid it up her cunt.

“Unghh,” she cried out as my finger impaled her soaking twat. I kept up on her clit and started running my finger in and out of her, then reached in deep and moved my finger up until I found the little rough spot that indicated her G Spot. I started slowly massaging her G Spot as I sucked and licked her clit.

Mom started humping faster and harder against canlı casino my face as I licked her clit and fingered her G Spot at the same time. I let go her mons with my other hand and dropped it down below my chin. With my right forefinger massaging her G Spot, I inserted my left thumb into her pussy as well and started lightly fucking her with the length of my thumb. With both my thumb and finger in her cunt, Mom started thrashing on the bed, making a variety of sounds at varying volumes, her head thrown back against the pillows. She was in heat.

My thumb was oily and slick from her juices and I withdrew it and trailed it down her perineum until I felt it against her rosebud. Still sucking and licking her clit and massaging her G-Spot, I pushed gently until my thumb popped past her sphincter muscle. I was afraid maybe I had gone too far with my own mother, but she cried out with pleasure as I gently and slowly pushed my thumb into her ass as far as it would go. Her deep moan reassured me that I hadn’t gone too far.

As I started ass-fucking her with my thumb, I kept up working on her clit with my tongue and G Spot with my other hand. As I increased the intensity of my thumb-fucking, finger-fucking, and clit-licking Mom went out of control. Her hands opened and closed involuntarily in the air beside her, her head thrashed from side to side on the pillows.

“Oh fuck, Joey, I’m going to cum,” she yelled. “I’m gonna cum really hard, watch out!” She tensed for a brief second, then came with a long, loud howl and let go a volley of juice that shot out of her cunt, hitting my cheeks, mouth, and chin as I kept working on her with my hands and tongue. Not letting up, I got a second and third squirt as I fingered her cunt and thumb-fucked her ass, and licked her clit. I had worked two more fingers into her pussy as she came, stuffing her full.

She orgasmed for a long time, and I think many times, before she pushed me away. “Please, stop!” she cried out. “I can’t take anymore!” I withdrew my thumb from her ass and my fingers from her cunt and sat up, looking down at her swollen, red pussy with her stiff clit poking out. I could almost see it throbbing. My face was covered with her juice, the bed was soaked, and I was hornier than a 7-peckered goat.

I climbed up her body, staying between her legs, and slid my aching cock right into her ultra-lubricated cunt without pause.

“Yes, baby, fuck Mommy. Oh you sweet, sweet boy, it’s your turn,” she cooed while I went from 0 to 60 in about three seconds. I was fucking her hard and fast, and she never stopped with her encouraging and loving words.

“Yeah, fuck me, baby. Use my cunt. You’re filling me up, by little boy. Dump your load in Mom. I want to feel you cum in me. I want to feel you squirt in me.” I kept increasing my tempo until I was pounding her, drilling her cunt hard and fast with my young, hard cock.

Then she said it. She said these words: “Fuck me like your Daddy did!”

Without warning, I instantly had a blinding orgasm. I was fucking her just like my Dad did. I was following right in my father’s footsteps. I was taking care of Mom when he couldn’t.

Those thoughts swirled around my head as I pumped Mom full of my creamy jizz. Pump after pump, squirt after squirt; I had never cum so hard or for so long. My climax seemed to stretch out. Not knowing why, and never having done it before, I pulled out of Mom and shot the last few pearly ropes on her slick bald cunt and stomach, then collapsed on top of her.

We lay in silence for a few minutes, catching our breath, recovering from the vigorous fuck and lost in the confusion of what had just been said.

About the time my breathing was returning to normal, she said softly, “I’m sorry I said that.”

Without thinking I instantly answered. “Don’t be.”

I wasn’t sure what had just happened, but I felt comfortable sharing what I was feeling right then with her.

“It made me cum really hard when you said that.”

I heard Mom sniffle and felt her chest heave. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked into her face. She was starting to cry.

“Mom, what?” I asked. “I thought this was helping you get better!”

“It’s nothing,” she said. “I’m just being silly. We’ll talk about it tomorrow if you want.” My shrinking cock suddenly popped out of her.

“Okay Mom,” I said and gave her a kiss, hoping to comfort her and make her feel better.

We slept in my bed that night. Hers was too soaked to sleep in.

When I woke up the next morning Mom had already risen. I had a huge hard-on and wished for a moment that she had stayed in bed so I could get some relief. I got up, though, put on my pajama bottoms and went downstairs. Mom was in the kitchen, and I could immediately sense a subtle shift in her attitude. She seemed troubled.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I said giving her a little pat on the ass as I walked by to grab a cup of coffee. Fearing what her shift in attitude might mean, kaçak casino I tried to act as if the “new normal” was the only normal. She was standing at the sink dressed in her granny-gown and slippers, so I doubted that my efforts to set the “new” as “normal” was going to get much play this morning.

When she didn’t reply, I said again, “Good morning, beautiful.” When I got no response for the second time, I strode over to her and turned her around to face me and stood right in front of her, holding her loosely by the shoulders, looking right into her eyes. She looked away.

“Look, we need to talk,” she said gazing past me.

I was stunned. Everything had been so perfect that I couldn’t imagine what was wrong. Unless, of course, she was having second thoughts about carrying on a sexual relationship with her only son. I didn’t want it to stop.

“What is it, Mom?” I asked, feeling my stomach churn and rise into my chest.

“Sit down, Joey,” she said solemnly. She gestured towards the kitchen nook. I slid into the cushioned seat, putting the steaming cup of coffee in front of me on the table and cupping it with my two hands.

She sat in front of me and paused before speaking. I shifted uncomfortably and brought the coffee mug to my lips with both hands. I blew on it, anticipating that it might burn my lips or tongue if I took too quick a sip.

“There are some things I need to explain, and I’d appreciate it if you just let me talk and listen to what I have to say.” Finally, she looked at me. She shifted her gaze briefly down at my bare chest, but quickly looked back up at my eyes. I nodded silently.

“First, let me explain what your father and I had. We started going together when we were fifteen. Fifteen years old, Joey, and we were so young! I had kissed one other boy, and that was just a quick peck on the lips. Your Dad always said he had kissed Linda Kressmayer, but I think he was making that up so I didn’t think I was the only girl he ever kissed.

“Anyway, we were small-town kids from Nebraska, but we knew from day one that we were meant for each other, forever, period. And we started having sex when we were sixteen. We both fumbled our way through it. Neither of us really had any idea how to do it, only that his thing went in my thing. Over the years, we learned together. Because neither of us had any experience, we learned to listen to each other and we learned to look outside at the world, then experiment and try new things together.”

She paused and her eyes got a faraway look. “I loved your father so much I would do anything to make him happy. I know he felt the same way.

“So we learned about sex together, and we would try these new things we might read about in Penthouse, or see on an adult video. Lots of times I wouldn’t want to, but he’d kind of talk me into it, and then once I tried it I’d realize that I liked it. So over the years we had a wonderful, full, even adventurous sex life.

“But what made it all so great was how much I loved him. Like I said, I’d do anything to make him happy. In bed, out of bed, I would make things he liked eat, wear clothes that he liked. And it’s not like I had to do those things, or that he forced me. I wanted to because I loved him so much.”

She stopped and shook her head. “I lost him way too soon.

“So anyway, that’s what we had, and it was incredible. We loved each other so much.” She had a tear in her eye and she paused again.

“I know you did, Mom, I remember how much you loved each other,” I said.

“So after he was gone, after a while I tried dating. But on the third or fourth date, I’d always look at the guy and think, ‘Is this a man that I’d ever want to do absolutely anything for?’ The answer was always no. I knew I would never have what I had with your father with any man ever again, and once you’ve tasted filet mignon, Joey, it’s hard to go back to eating bottom round steak. I even had sex with one man, and it was pleasant. But pleasant doesn’t describe filet mignon.”

I looked at my coffee cup, trying to take in everything I was hearing about my father and my mother. Mom got up and poured a little more coffee into her still almost-full cup. She stood by the coffee maker as she continued. She looked especially beautiful to me at that moment in her granny-gown. I could see the outline of the globes of her ass through the material of her gown. I wanted to pull her to me. But I knew that now was a time to just listen.

“When your Dad died, you were so helpful”, she continued. “I can’t imagine how I would have made it through all that without you. His death, the innuendos, the trial, the suddenly being a woman alone among all our friends, who still had their spouses.

“I never had any ‘inappropriate’ thoughts about you back then, but I did realize, more than once, that while Big Joey was gone, Little Joey was still here, right by my side. You filled his shoes, Joey. In some ways. The ways that were most important then.”

I took a sip of coffee and settled back against the cushioned booth. I realized that Mom needed to talk in order to figure this all out. I’d let her. She came and sat across from me at the table again and continued.

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