Literotica Lover

The following morning I got up and quietly gather my personal belongings. My mother was going to take me to the recruiting station. I came downstairs and found her in the kitchen fixing breakfast. She was dressed in a terrycloth robe that came down to the middle of her thighs. I went over to her and hugged her from behind, intentionally not pressing my crotch to her ass. She felt so soft and warm. I could smell her sweet shampoo in her hair and knew that she had showered. I started to get an erection but knew that it would not have been good for me to get an erection at this time. She touched my arm and leaned back into me. In spite of everything I got hard. I sighed and pulled away.

I went to the table and sat down, unsure of what to do or say. I couldn't look at her as she walked over and placed two plates of food on the table. We ate with an uncomfortable silence. At this point I was feeling that I had made the biggest mistake of my life by joining the military. My stomach was churning from both regret and the fear of the unknown. But there was nothing I could do to change what I had done.

Finally I said plaintively, "I will be home in a couple of months".

She looked at me and tried to smile. I saw a tear in her eye. She sighed and put her napkin on the table. After a moment she said, "Thomas, I know you have to do what you have to do. I know a mother never wants to let her child go. I am no different and that is selfish."

I started to speak but she silenced me with the raise of her hand.

"I also know you need this. You need to see the world and become your own man. But I am scared. I just want you to be safe. I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

I suddenly realized how this was going to impact her. She would now be alone. What would she do without me? I wondered. What would I do without her? There was so much I wanted to say but could only say, "I will be safe, I promise. I have applied for an advanced logistic training school. The recruiter said that as long as I pass the tests I will get what I want." It was a weak attempt at trying to calm her fears... and mine.

"That's good," she said, unconvincingly. "You had better get your things so I can take you to the recruiting station."

I couldn't tell if she was angry or sad; probably both.

I got up as my mother stood. She picked up some dishes and placed them in the sink. I hurried over to her and hugged her from behind again. This time she twisted in my arms to face me. When I pulled back and looked at her there were tears in her eyes. I fought back my own.

Then, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. I found my lips moving closer and closer to hers. A moment later I moaned deep in my throat as my lips touched hers. This was not a kiss like any other kiss a mother and son would share. My lips pressed into hers and suddenly she moaned and her mouth opened. Now our tongues were touching and I was getting hard again. I didn't try to hide it this time. My mother didn't seem to notice. I grew bold and reached down and placed my hands under the back of her robe and onto her panty covered ass and pulled her to me. She didn't pull my hands away, but moaned instead.

The kiss lasted for several minutes and my head had begun to spin. When I pulled away there was a tent in my jeans. I saw her look down and then she looked up at me and smiled through her tears. My heart melted and I saw a twinkle in her eyes. Then her hand covered the bulge in my pants and we were kissing again.

I had to stop her or risk climaxing in my pants. I pulled away with great reluctance. Then my mother turned away as if she had suddenly turned shy. But I was pretty sure that she didn't want me to see her tears. I snuggled up behind her and pulled her tightly to me. This time I boldly reached around and caressed her breasts, but over her robe. They were soft and supple and I heard her moan quietly. I moaned too as I kissed her neck. She twisted her head out of the way and placed her hands over mine. Then she actually pulled my hands until they were inside her robe.

My knees almost buckled as I felt her soft bare flesh in my hands. It felt like her hard nipples were on fire. I lifted and squeezed her tits and felt the weight and warm softness of them. I moaned and she joined me.

My heart was beating out of my chest but somehow I found my voice and whispered, "I will be home soon." Then I added, "I love you," as I continued to massage her soft breasts.

I couldn't believe my mother was allowing me to take these liberties.

"I love you too, Thomas, and I am so proud of you," she said.

The thought of going AWOL went through my mind and I had not even officially joined the military yet. I suddenly felt this incredible sense of loss.

"We have to go," she said sounding as reluctant as I was to leave.

I pulled my hands from inside her robe and turned her so we could kiss again. When she felt my erection pushing against her stomach she said, "Down boy, or we will be late."

I didn't know what that meant or what we would have done if I didn't have to leave. She drove me to the recruitment station and stopped at the curb. We sat silently for a couple of minutes. I turned and saw her wiping her tears with a tissue. I sighed and leaned over and kissed her. We were on a public street so it had to be quick. Then I stepped out onto the street and waved as she drove away. I fought back my own tears.

***

Basic training was a bitch... to say the least. But it had a profound affect on me. Not only did I filled out and gain twenty pounds of muscles, but I had learned discipline and a new level of maturity. My attitude about life and myself had changed... I was rapidly becoming a man. I took all the tests and received orders that I had been accepted into "Logistics" school. Logistics' in the military is the movement of men, supplies, and equipment from one place to another. It is critical that men, supplies, and their equipment ended up in the same place at the same time. It wasn't a dangerous job, per se, but if I was assigned to a hostile area there was always danger, no matter what one was doing.

By the time basic training ended I was incredibly excited about coming home. Mom and I had written to each other almost every day. Often I had to do it secretly in the dark after lights out. In the military they do not allow one to spend time on the computer so it was necessary to communicate the old fashion way... pen and paper. While it was difficult putting my thoughts and feelings down on paper, it was also kind of refreshing. If anything, my mom and I became closer with each passing day. Many times it is more difficult to say things in person then on paper. Still I wrote many a letter that ended up in the garbage. It seemed that my emotions just poured out. I edited the letters in order not to let my mother see how desperately in love I was with her. I found out later that she had done the same and felt the same.

***

It was a gloomy day when I came out of the terminal. I looked up and down to find my mother. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her. I waved. If anything she had gotten even more gorgeous then she had been when I left. As we approached each other she looked at me funny and turned away as if she thought I was waving to someone else. I hurried over to her, took off my hat and said, "Mom."

She looked at me and suddenly gasped. "Oh my God, oh my God, I didn't recognize you." Then she jumped into my open arms.

As we hugged I spun her around in a circle. She seemed much lighter then when I had left, but I realized that I was so much stronger. I had gained thirty pounds of muscle. My blond hair was very short, but my eyes were still as blue as ever.

"I didn't recognize you. I can't believe it's you," she said staring at me with wide eyes. "You're... so... uh... well you were always handsome, but now, my God, you are gorgeous," she gushed.

"Mom, you are embarrassing me," I said with a smile when I saw people staring.

"Well look at you. Look at this gorgeous uniform. Look at your hair," she said as she rubbed the sparse hair on my head.

"They scalped me, but it has grown back a bit," I returned.

"It looks good and so do you. You... you are so... so much... bigger," she said as she pushed me back to look at me. Then she hugged me to her tightly again. "I'm so glad you are home. I missed you so much."

I looked around and realized that we were kind of making a spectacle of ourselves. I wondered if the people looking at us thought we were mother and son or boyfriend and girlfriend. Mom seemed to look even younger then when I had left and I looked older, so I think they were thinking the latter. I was happy to have them think that way.

I threw my duffle bag into the backseat and hopped into the driver's side. As we headed home mom turned in her seat toward me. I saw her short dress hike up on her thighs. She did not pull it down. "It is so good to have you home... if only for a couple weeks," she said.

"The good news is that my logistic training is going to be over at Fort Houston. It is only a couple hours away."

"I suppose that's okay, but I would rather have you here," she said with a little frown. But then she quickly smiled. "I don't want to think about that now."

"I know. I would rather be here too," I said.

"We will work it out," she said and placed her hand on my thigh and squeezed.

I felt my cock start to harden. I chastised myself for thinking sexual thoughts about my mother. There had obviously been no real sex since I had left, with my hand being my only partner. And I had done that plenty of times thinking of her. Just her hand on my thigh kept me hard. I tried to force myself to focus on driving and not her warm hand. I was not successful and stayed hard the entire time.

When we got home it was late. I stowed my gear and then took a shower. Mom was in the living room when I came down. I had on a bathrobe with nothing else under it. I knew it was bold but I was a horny teenager. Mom had two glasses of wine waiting.

"Wine? I'm not twenty-one yet," I said with a smile. I sat close to her.

"I am sure you have had your share of alcohol. A little more won't hurt you," she responded.

My knowledge of alcohol was limited to a few times at parties in high school. I had not drunk much since I left for training as we only gotten one weekend off. I smiled and we toasted and drank our wine quietly.

"I missed you so much," Mom said placing her hand on my robe covered thigh. My cock got hard.

"Me too," I answered. We talked for a while and both had several glasses of wine.

"I suppose you are tired," she said. "You can get to bed."

I think she saw the disappointment on my face.

She said, "I will take a shower and stop in to say goodnight."

With that she leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. I moaned as our tongues met. Her mouth tasted so sweet... a combination of her and the wine. I felt my cock growing hard again.

When my mother pulled away she allowed her hand to accidentally brush my crotch. I closed my eyes and suppressed another moan. When I stood up I swayed a bit. I heard my mother giggle.

"We may have had one too many glasses of wine," she said.

I staggered slightly going up the stairs. When I got to my room, I took off my robe and slipped under the sheet naked. I must have dozed off because I awoke to find my mother sitting on the bed staring at me. My eyes opened wide when I saw that she was wearing a silky see thru top and a tiny pair of panties.

"You have really changed," she said, her gaze running down my strong bare chest. "So many muscles," she added as she reached over and ran her hand across my taught chest muscles. Then she leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. My cock, which had grown soft after I dozed off, sprang to attention. I was more than a little surprised, and incredibly excited, when I felt her hand began to travel down my body.

A moan escaped my lips when her hand slid slowly under the sheet, pushing the sheet downward with it. I was now naked all the way to my knees and my hard cock was standing straight and pulsing. A moment later my mom wrapped her hand around my cock.

Mom pulled her lips from mine she stared into my eyes. It looked like she was trying to make a decision. Then her hand squeezed my cock and it throbbed again. She turned and looked down at my cock. I heard a little moan. For a moment she gazed back at me. With a little whimper she bent her head and her lips found my chest. I sucked in my breath as she began to kiss across my chest, stopping to lick and suck my nipples. She moved slowly lower and lower. I was shaking when she reached my hard belly. I wondered if she was going to... to... then I didn't wonder anymore as my mother kissed all the way down to my cock.

I felt her fist tighten around it and then she licked the head.

"Mommmmm," I gasped. She giggled and suddenly I felt her incredible mouth on my cock.

My head was spinning as I realized that my mother had my cock in her mouth. It had to be a dream, but I could see it now... I could see my mother's mouth on my cock. It took super human strength not to climax right then and there. I had dreamed of her having her mouth on my cock since the first time she had masturbated me. In my fantasies we did many more things, but I had dared not think it would be anything more than what she had done to me with her hand. But now my cock was in her mouth.

"Mmmmm," she moaned as she sucked and then licked the head of my cock. Her mouth was incredibly warm and wet. Her hand was wrapped around the base as she slowly jerked me.

"Mom... I... uh..." I gasped in fear of climaxing too soon.

She got the message and pulled away and slowed her hand movement. I could feel her tongue just barely flicking at the dripping opening of my cock head. She was licking off the juice. I shivered, wanting my cock desperately back in her mouth, but I feared that I would climax as soon as that happened. She waited until the time was right before she sucked me in again. I had just enough control not to climax immediately.

I wasn't sure where my mother learned to control a man's cock but she certainly knew how to do it. She kept me on the edge for a long time, teasing my swollen head, licking my shaft and then sucking me. Eventually I couldn't take any more. I wanted to warn her that I was getting close.

"Mom, I'm going to... to... oh God, oh God," I gasped as my cock pulsed. I couldn't stop it this time. "Moooooommmmmm" I warned as I began to reach the point of no return.

I thought she might take the head out of her mouth and let it squirt on my stomach... but she didn't. I heard a guttural moan as my cum spewed into her willing mouth. I couldn't think of anything but the wonderful feeling of climaxing at the hand and mouth of my mother. It was unbelievable that she had taken my cock in her mouth, but it was beyond my comprehension that she would actually swallow my cum.

I shot quite a load into my mother's mouth and she was able to swallow it all. In fact she stayed with my shrinking cock, squeezing and licking the remaining juice from the head, until it was entirely soft. I heard little moans of pleasure from her lips as I collapsed onto the bed. My eyes were closed when I felt my mom lean over me. She gently kissed me on my lips before slipping her tongue into my mouth. I could taste my sperm in her mouth. It wasn't unpleasant, a little salty and a little bitter, but not bad. I moaned in frustration as she kissed me again and then suddenly got up and left the room.

When I looked down there was nothing left for me to clean up... she had swallowed everything. I was not going to let it go at that. I got up, and walked out into the hall naked. I saw that my mother's door was opened a crack. I took that as an invitation. I walked into her room and saw her lying with the sheet over her. Her eyes were closed and her hand was between her legs. I could see it gently moving up and down. I moved slowly over until I was standing above her. She felt my presence and her hand stopped moving. Her eyes opened and she was staring at me. Her gaze moved from my face down my chest to my now hard cock.

I wanted to see her naked too. I reached down and gently pulled the sheet from her body. Her hands fell away from her pussy as if she didn't want me to know what she had been doing.

I gasped as I stared down at my naked mother. She was even more beautiful then I had remembered. Her skin was so smooth and blemish free. Her breasts were swollen mounds of pure white flesh with pink nipples perched on top. My eyes trailed down her stomach and I could see he belly moving up and down almost erratically with her excited breathing. I was surprised to see that her pubic mound was smooth and hairless. I could feel my cock throbbing again as I stared at her gorgeous pussy. I could see the swollen inner lips, crinkled and fleshy, as they protruded from the smooth outer. Juice glistened from the lips.

As I stood staring at her, my cock throbbed so much that it almost hurt. It stood proudly in front of me, throbbing and pulsing with my pre-cum bubbling from the opening. I saw my mother's eyes on it, staring, watching it move up and down with my excited heartbeat.

Gathering up my courage I moved over and crawled onto the bed. My mother put her hands over her pussy as if to hide it. I moved between her legs and knelt. I reached down and gently grasped her hands and pulled them aside. She resisted for a second but allowed me to see her pussy again. I wanted to fuck her, but was uncertain if she would allow that. I didn't want to take the chance of spoiling our moment. I suddenly knew what I had to do and hoped that my mother would not stop me. I had never used my mouth on a pussy, but I had dreamt about it a million times.

When I reached for her thighs she gasped and her hands caught my wrists. She said, "You can't... we can't."

I whispered, "Shhhh. Let me do what you just did."

I heard an intake of breath as she still held my wrist. Yet there was little strength in her attempt to keep me from pushing her legs apart, so I did it. I slowly pushed her legs to the side until she was spread wide in front of me. When I looked up at her she moved her head to the side, her eyes avoiding mine. Her face was flushed and beautiful. I moved lower until I was lying on the bed with my head above her pussy.

"Thomas, no... this is... this is wrong," my mother whispered.

It was a whisper and barely audible. It wasn't convincing so I acted as if I hadn't heard her and moved closer. I could smell her excitement now and that made my cock twitch. Her hands still held my wrists as my tongue touched her skin. I heard her gasp. I was surprised at how smooth and soft her mound felt. I circled my tongue across her now quivering flesh, moving gently lower. The tip of my tongue drew a line down one smooth and swollen outer lip and then back up. I moved to the other and did the same. I could now hear little whimpers coming from my mother's lips and it gave me the courage to keep going.

I freed my wrists easily and then used my hands to open her legs even wider, giving me more room. I moved back and stared at my mother's pussy. It was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen. It was perfectly shaped and perfectly smooth. The greatest painter could not have painted a more perfect sexual organ. I kissed one thigh and then the other, teasing her and me by delaying my ultimate goal.

"Thomas, please," my mother whispered.

I didn't know if she meant please stop or please go on. I took it as the latter. I reached for her outer lips with fingers and gently pulled them open. I gasped when I saw her swollen clit pop out. The hood had slipped off and it was throbbing in all its glory. I wanted to touch it, but waited. I moved my head down and gently touched her swollen inner lips with my tongue. I licked up one side and down the other, feeling my mother tremble. Then, almost without warning, I plunged my tongue into her juice filled opening.

"Ahhhhh, Thomas," she screamed. Her hips lifted from the bed and her legs flew up to wrap around my head. I was suddenly smothered in her wet and warm pussy flesh. I loved it. I moved my tongue in and out and heard screams coming from far away. I realized, as her strong thighs clamped onto my head, that she was climaxing. Juice gushed from her opening and I struggled to drink it all. I was surprised that her juice tasted sweet and better than I had ever imagined. I swallowed and searched deep inside her for more.

I was not sure she had finished her first climax when I moved up and began to gently flick her clit with my tongue. She moaned and screamed again as her thighs clamped even tighter to my head. I could barely move, even if I wanted to. I allowed her to climax on my tongue over and over and did my best to drink all she had to offer.

I am not sure how long I continued to lick her or how many climaxes she had, but it was quite some time before her thighs released my head. When I looked up it appeared that she was asleep. Then I realized that she must have passed out. At first I was a bit worried, but then I saw her chest moving up and down rhythmically and knew that she was fine. I stood and looked at her naked body one last time before I pulled the sheet up over her. I went back to my room and masturbated.