Literotica Lover

I awoke in the middle of the night and realized that I was still in bed with my mother. She was lying on her side and I was behind her with my arm over her. We were both naked and my crotch was pressed to her ass. I thought about waking her, but I knew we were both exhausted so I drifted back off to sleep only to dream of my gorgeous mother.

The next time I awaken, the sun was streaming in the window. I turned over and realized that I was alone in bed. I looked at the clock and it was almost 9 A.M. I yawned and stretched and then got up. I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower, and then put on a short terrycloth robe. I was naked underneath. I wandered downstairs to find my mother sitting at the table reading the newspaper. She had a cup of coffee in front of her. I walked over and kissed her on her cheek.

"Good morning," I said.

She smiled at me and said, "Good morning sleepyhead. I was wondering when you were going to wake up. Do you want some breakfast?"

"No, I'll just grab some coffee." I walked over and poured myself a cup of coffee and came back to my mother. I looked over her shoulder and saw that she was looking at the housing adds. "Do you have ads for some of your houses there?"

"Yes, I always like to make sure they run them," she answered.

I stood to her side and kind of behind her scanning the paper for her ads. "There they are," I said, pointing to her name on several ads. As I reached over my robe opened and my lower nakedness showed. I saw my mother glance at my private parts and smile. I wasn't hard this time.

She said, "I think this is the first time that I have seen your cock when it hasn't been erect... a

t least since you were a little boy."

I was happy that she had used the word "cock". I was also happy that she was the first to bring up anything sexual. I was feeling a little uncomfortable after what had happened last night, but quickly realized that my mother was not. I smiled and said, "Keep looking at it and it won't be soft long."

She shook her head and said, "Is that all it takes?"

I looked down and realized that she had purposefully left several buttons undone down the front of her shirt. I very surprised to see that she didn't have a bra on. I could see the swells of her breasts almost to her nipples. "From you, yes." It was true because at that moment my cock started to pulse and slowly grow. I watched my mother's eyes as she stared at it.

"You have a beautiful cock, and it is so big," she said. It seemed to be a statement and not a question.

Truthfully I never though about the size of it... primarily since I had not dated in high school. I wasn't that popular being a skinny kid at the time.

I stood there and watched as she reached over and grasped my half hard cock and began to stroke it. As she did she reached down for her paper again and started to read, or at least she pretended to read.

It was all so surreal. I, even in my wildest fantasy, would never have dreamed that I would be standing in the kitchen with my mother stroking my cock... let alone reading the paper as she did.

"Mmmmm," I moaned as she stroked me slowly, almost casually. It didn't take long before I was fully erect.

I still couldn't believe what my mother and I had done, or how casual it felt to have her hand on my cock. As I have said, we had always been close, but this was something very different. Our mother/son relationship seemed to be fading away and replaced by something very different. I couldn't quite describe it, but I liked it.

I stood swaying on my feet as my mother stroked me, alternating reading the paper and sipping her coffee. Ever so often she would glance at my cock but then go back to what she had been doing. Soon it was driving me crazy... not just the casualness of it but the entire situation. She would stroke me fast, then slow down, then cover the head with her hand and rub my juices across the head. I was going mad with desire. It seemed my mother liked very much to tease. She seemed to relish holding off my climaxes until she was ready to let me go. I loved it, but it was torture too.

"Mom," I gasped as she brought me close to a climax and then slowed. She did it over and over until I was ready to take things into my own hands. Fortunately I didn't have too. The next time I grew close to a climax she turned her head and opened her mouth. I watched with wide eyes as she masturbated me into her open mouth.

"Oh God," I gasped as the head of my cock exploded, my cum shooting directly into her open mouth. I watched as it splattered on her tongue with gobs dripping off. She didn't seem concerned that it was dripping between her open blouse and splattering on her naked breast. I couldn't believe there was a sexier woman in the world.

When the blasts slowed down she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked me dry. I stumbled over to a chair and sat down.

"Well I guess I don't have to eat my yogurt this morning," she said as she licked the remains of my sperm from her lips and then her fingers.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. What did I do to get so lucky, I wondered?

My Mom said, "Okay, I have a couple houses to show, but it shouldn't take that long. The upstairs bathroom door is squeaking and the faucet in the power room is leaking, can you fix them for me?"

"No problem," I answered.

"How about we spend the afternoon at the pool?"

"Sounds great," I said.

My Mom got up and then leaned over and kissed me. It was intended to be a peck, but I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her passionately. When we separated, we were both breathing heavily.

"Down boy, I have work to do," she said without admonishment.

"I know. It's just hard to let you go." My hand slipped into her blouse and I gasped one of her breasts. I could feel my sperm on her tits and actually rubbed it in.

"Behave or you can't have them later," she said with a smile.

"Party pooper," I returned.

Then she pulled my head down and kissed me again, slipping her tongue into my willing mouth.

"I have to get going for real," she said.

I smiled and said, "You may want to change your shirt."

She looked down and saw my cum on her blue shirt. She said, "Maybe, and maybe not. I can just tell my customers that I dripped yogurt on my shirt." Then she hurried upstairs to change her blouse, smiling naughtily.

The moment she left I felt so alone. It was crazy. Could I already be missing her?" I could still feel her warm lips on my cock. I could still taste her lips; feel of her tongue and the smell of her hair. Boy was I in trouble. I felt a wave of sadness come over when I realized that I was going to have to leave her to go back to my assigned military base in another week and a half.