Vacation in Lockdown - 3
catherine
Day 11 of Lockdown
Mom was nonchalant about her missing top, and she walked casually in the bathroom when I came out. Surprisingly she hadn’t bothered with the top, despite the time I was in the bathroom relieving myself in more ways than one.
She was sitting next to Dad on his side they were chatting about something in a low tone, not whispering but just talking softly. When I clicked the door open, their conversation stopped. Mom stood and turned to use the bathroom, and we crossed on her walk to the bathroom. I was just in a daze because she hadn’t put a t-shirt on or even her black bikini top lying right there in the middle of the bed, which she must have taken off last night.
It was sunny outside, and then I realized why we had better lighting last night. It was because the curtains were drawn less than regular, and it had let-in more light than usual in the night. I could sear they stayed drawn every night because Mom hated light coming in at night. I moved on without looking towards Dad and ended up near the coffee kettle. I poured myself a cup and sat on the far corner of the sofa to avoid any eye contact with anyone, especially Dad. I did not know what to say in any case. I pulled out my phone to fiddle.
Mom took longer than usual to come on out. Dad already had a cup of coffee in his hand, and when he finished his, he got up and went into the bathroom without Mom having exited it.
Mom came out after a while, and she had a large grin on her face. She had decided to go with Dad’s boxers, and she had on my T-shirt. She had caught up on washing her clothes, or at least some of them it seemed. She hung her clothes to dry at every corner or hook, or whatever she could find.
Before she started her routine, she came to me, sat side-saddle on my lap, and hooked her hands around my neck. She planted a kiss on my lips and then added a couple of long ones. No tongue. My hands found their way up behind her and held her shoulders so I could tilt her some, and to keep on kissing her. I brought my hand up her front – on top of the T-shirt. I crept up to her right breast, nearer to me. My lips staying on her lips. Before I could go any further, she pulled back from my mouth but did not swat my hand off. She said, “Having fun?”
I said, “I love you Mom?” which more than said what was needed, in response to her rhetorical question.
Pat came the response, “Not as much as I do sweetheart.” We both cracked at that. She had lightened the mood immediately.
She got up for her routine and started her yoga in front of the TV. My interest in yoga was developing consistently. Midway during her routine Dad came out of the bathroom ready after his shower. He went to the kitchenette for making sandwiches to be had for our breakfast.
Mom to Dad’s lap, as had become customary for breakfast. She sat with her right arm around his shoulder. She tilted forward a little as well, making her right hand redundant. She started eating the cereal from her left, and it was somewhat clumsy, but she managed.
After a few spoonfuls, a couple of drops of milk let slip from her lips, and it slid towards her chin. She made a slight “mmm” sound, and Dad looked up. She was setting her spoon down before lifting her hand to clear the milk drops from the chin. On seeing the milk on her chin, Dad pulled her down a little and tilted his head and took her chin in his lips to lick her clean. As if depositing it in her mouth, he then took Mom’s lips into his and kissed long enough for the frivolity of it to be apparent. I was looking at this play out, and one could say I was staring.
After the kiss, Mom saw me looking and gave me a big smile.
The breakfast went in this frolic between Mom and Dad. To prove that her left hand was equally capable she lifted her spoonful this one time to feed him and ended up spill some on his chin. Then she dived into his face to lick clean the milk from his chin. The entire thing was playful amongst them, it looked erotic to an audience sitting across the table.
Her dress seemed to have been a repeat of what she had worn a few days back. The Smock yellow dress with no shoulders but thin strings on them. The dress fabric was elastic sewn in the fabric. The dress clung from above her breasts down to her hips and then flared out from her hips. Its length was thigh level.
Around an hour later, Mom was on the bed reading and Dad on the TV. I joined her on the bed and had no plan to do anything but just wanted to stay close to her.
Her back was resting on the headboard, and she was slightly slumped while sitting. She held the book in her left hand resting on her legs with knees folded, supporting the book. With her right, she occasionally turned a page. I slipped next to her with a small nod of an acknowledgment from her. She was engrossed in the book. I rested my head right next to her right side on the headboard, facing towards her.
My hand started brushing her very slowly on her forearm. In between, she would lift her arm to turn a page, and then it would fall back from where it had lifted as if permitting to go ahead and keep brushing her arm. I continued my slow rubbing on her arm, as light as a tickle. I might not have realized it then, but the frequency of her arm going up to turn the page had reduced. She went back up to turn the page in longer intervals, clearly because I had slowed her pace of reading.
In one such hand lift, I took my hand in another direction and started brushing her right breast on its periphery. Her hand had come down, and probably she would have wanted me to continue the brushing on her arm, but I had found new territory to roam.
After some ten long circles, I took hold of her right breast. I lifted my hand slowly but surely and pulled it on top of her right breast and slowly held it. In my mind, I thought it going to fall off, and it needed saving from rolling off from her chest. Then it must have required some massage because my hand was kneading it a minute later. My hand was on her breast with just the fabric of her dress between our contact. I raised my hand to the string held on her right shoulder, and drew it down from off her shoulder and let it fall in her arm.
The elastic embedded fabric held firm on her breasts. With the string off her shoulder, I continued to carry it all the way off her arm and even lifted her elbow to let the loop off from her forearm. Her hand allowed the move, she couldn’t immediately respond to what I was doing. Next, I took hold of the top hem of the dress and bared her right breast nearest to me.
Her breast in all its radiant beauty lay bare in front of me. I restarted my massage with my right hand. She paid no heed to it, considering she had him see it already just earlier in the morning, and I had already played with it just previous night and also earlier in the morning on the sofa. Next in my mind, her breast needed some love, and I lowered my head on her nipple for a kiss.
She let out a small whimper, “aaah”
I took that as a home run and started sucking. I sucked her breast ever so slowly and calmly. I was in no rush, we had nowhere to go. I had all the time in the world. My sucking was having its desired effect; Mom brought her right hand into my hair and started rolling her fingers in my hair. She kept looking at the book as if this were the most natural thing for us to do while she carried on reading.
In Mom’s mind, she rationalized this was an extension of what had already been done and established. This was a recap of a boundary that we had already reached. An audience and daylight were just semantics.
My mouth worked on Mom with extreme slowness, and it was torturous for her I presume. The fact that there was no fresh boundary in itself that I was breaching, also became my goal. Having achieved it, I just savored it for the longest time. Nobody was going to say something to me that had already been done. So I kept going on, giving it my love. I had her tit in my right hand and was holding and squeezing it from below and while my lips were glued around her areola and my tongue played ping-pong with her rubbery nipple. All I heard from her were moans of approval and the book in her hand remained pegged on her knee but it had been many minutes since she hadn’t turned a page, not only because her hand was in my hair.
On the far end of the sofa, Dad had no reason to look at the TV any longer. His eyes and Mom’s were locked. Dad’s trouser had a massive bulge in front. Mom’s right hand in my hair pushed me into her breast, while Dad looked at her.
After over half an hour, Mom pulled on my hair signaling playtime was over. I pulled my head off from her breast, and I got up, without looking at Dad, into the bathroom. I had to jack off to relieve myself.
I gave a muffled guttural grunt, “aaagh,” that only Mom could have through the bathroom door because she was on the bed that was nearby. My voice could not have reached Dad with TV opposite him.
Later, Dad prepared lunch, and I stayed away from him, lest he ends up using a knife on me I thought. I stuck to the bed while Mom helped him. They talked while they were cooking half the time laughing, and another half talking softly. Dad was handsy all the while he cooked lunch.
I kept my head low while having lunch. Mom realized I was conscious and that I was behaving slightly restrained. Since she was on my lap, she kissed me on my lips in front of Dad and then looked at me smiling. Her purpose was to get me at ease and to signal that she had Dad’s approval and he was okay with my transgressions – at least I’d like to believe this was what she wanted me to feel. I did not kiss her back. I just looked at her in admiration.
Somewhere after that, she went to the bathroom, and later we gathered for our Poker session on the bed. During our cards session in the afternoon, Mom’s dress rose high right up to her hips many times. Both Mom and I were sitting with our backs to the headboard and Dad opposite us.
To me, it looked very sexy that the skirt of her dress was raised right up to her thigh. I could see her complete thigh all the way from my side. She blatantly cheated in the game and Dad, and I let it pass smiling all the while. Her tell was she giggled faintly while she did that. Dad could not care less – He kept his view towards her legs and looked straight into her thighs because he was sitting opposite her open legs. I would not know why.
I did my stairs climb exercise, and Mom did not join me. When I came back from the stairs, I was dumbstruck.
Dad was worked-up like hell from Mom’s teasing. She had apparently decided to sit in the poker card game without panties below her dress. Even while she kept her direction towards Dad, every once in a while she opened her legs wide enough to let him have a full view of her quim.
The fact this was something he had seen a thousand times was beside the point. He was charged from the fact that their son was less than a yard from them, and She was teasing mercilessly. There came a point where Mom just let her legs stay apart, and his laser eyes saw the wet pussylips pulsing on her vagina.
As soon as I walked out of the studio towards the stairs, Dad shucked his clothes and didn’t need to take her dress off. He laid her down and started driving into her. His cock was hard like metal and its veins pulsing. Dad’s drive into her took only two-seconds, that’s how pent up he was. He started pumping immediately thereafter. His grunts were louder than hers, but they crackled together.
If her motive to get him horny she had achieved that with flying colors. Having fucked her last night, ideally a second session this close would qualify as a short gap for him. But not when he was so charged, and rock hard cock showed her the effect her tease had caused. He paid no heed to the noises they both made and the grunts, he just pumped her wildly.
“uuuunggh,” he wailed.
“AAAAAGH,” she responded aligned with his grunt. She was in heaven. She had brought out the best in him.
He swore to hold back for as long as possible, but certainly, her teasing had had an effect. He was driving into Mom with long pulls, and this was as delightful for Mom as it was becoming for Dad.
She was below him and legs spread wide, and she made sure his every push into her was received into the bottom of her pussy.
When I walked into the apartment, Mom and Dad were grunting loud and going at it feverishly. I was glued at my feet on the floor next to the main door inside the flat. I looked at them as if I had never seen a sex scene. Come to think of it in reality I had never seen one live. It was playing in front of me in all its carnal glory.
Seconds before Dad was going to cum, Mom rose up on her elbows to look into his eyes. She kissed him on the chest and took his tiny nipple in her mouth. He started spurting, and his grunts grew louder hereon. From her one eye, she saw me on the far corner, and she started cumming as soon as our eyes locked. She became stone still, and she continued to cum and kept breathing rapidly with puckered lips almost whistling. She had paused her physical actions on seeing me, and that enabled our eyes to continue to look into each other. Her orgasm continued to build up instead of coming down it shook her. Eventually, her elbows turned to jelly, and she fell back. She was still quivering when Dad stopped. Her head arched back, and her back stayed lifted from the bed into Dad’s cock.
Post her orgasm she went limp, and Dad got off from her on the far end and slid next to her on the bed. Her pussy was in my open view though slightly angled. I couldn’t see in between her thighs even while I stood around five yards from her; they both noted my presence. She did not move her legs an inch to hide the pussy-lips, not bothering whether I could see up her thighs.
Dad turned a roll further and made way into the bathroom. Mom continued to lie on the bed and turned her head towards me; her dress was lifted beyond her hips. She looked at me and smiled a big one at me. Her right hand lifted in my direction. I slowly lifted my iron clamped feet and moved the distance to reach next to her.
Our hands connected, and fingers locked. She held my hand and tugged herself up, pulling my hand. She sat up and turned towards my direction, with legs coming down the bed. When her feet touched the floor she left my hand and got up. Facing me still, she looked up into my eyes and pulled my mouth down on to her lips and kissed me on the lips. No tongue but the kiss kept going one after the other.
Eventually, she stepped aside and moved towards the bathroom. As soon as she touched the handle to go in even with Dad still inside, he stepped out. His trousers back on, a different one, because his old ones were lying beside the bed on the floor.
She went into the bathroom, and I turned towards the kitchenette. Dad went to the bed and stayed there. I didn’t need a coffee, but I still started making one in order to stay in the kitchenette. When Mom had come out I was sitting on the sofa with my coffee.
She did not join Dad but came and sat next to me on the sofa, she flipped through a magazine we all had read ten times over the last ten days. After a bit, she rose and went to make dinner.
Come to think of it, no new boundary had been breached. It was just that, this time around, I was an audience in their daylight fuck instead of one in the dark. I could have walked out the door if I so chose, but I did not. Apart from that, no new boundary was breached.
I was extra quiet during supper that evening. Mom and Dad were going on as if this was a regular day for them. I knew it was not, I was in a surreal place, which up until this day these things were unthinkable for me. I figured Dad had rationalized this as a give-in to Mom’s adventurous side when it began. Mom on her hand was on a slide – or so it seemed and was taking him with her.
Little did I know what was working in her mind.
When we retreated for our evening movie, Mom wanted to pick one. She sat on her corner and I between her and Dad on the carpet in front. She took a long time picking one, and we sat through a romantic tragedy, a classic black-and-white film. Surprisingly I liked it enough to sit through it all, and by the end of it, Mom was emotional.
Dad and Mom spent some time on the sofa after the movie, for no reason that I could figure. Before getting ready for bed, Mom went into the bathroom and spent a while there. Dad shut his iPad and came to the bed after she came back from the bathroom.
When we retreated to bed, it was clear Mom was not her usual perky self that she has been for a couple of days, possibly because of the movie. She walked to the foot of the bed, and she lifted her right hand to take the left shoulder thin strap of her dress and pulled it off to her arm. She did the same with her other hand to her other strap.
The yellow dress with elastic sewn into the fabric clung to her from above her breasts and then on her waist and hips. She held the dress from her waist and pulled it down from off her hips. Her breasts bounced from the top hem of her smock dress and freed themselves like they were under captivity from kidnappers. Her dress kept going down until it stretched on the hips. Then she put fingers into the elastic and started the second round of the journey downwards. Bending barely a little, her hands only accompanied the dress until her hips, and after that gravity took hold of the dress until the floor. This was happening in real-time, and in my mind, it was in slow motion.
Before she could just climb the bed, it became clear that she not a shred of clothing on her. Dad and I had our eyes set on her every move. Dad was mindful of her somber mood and knew better to not say anything to bother her anymore. When the light switch went off, she was in Dad’s arms snuggled up close. Surely Dad did not try to make a move on her, but also he was spent from his session with her barely hours earlier. There was no way he could bring himself to get it on in such a short time. After last night this would be third in less than twenty-four hours, and that hasn’t happened in quite a while.
Guessing tonight Mom was not up for our cuddle, I tried sleeping. After a couple of hours of my shuffling around on my side, Mom turned towards me. Dad had slept by then. She opened her arm, and I knew where I wanted to go.
We started our cuddle with her hands around me and my left around her; thighs interlocked, my lips planted on her neck, and then we glued ourselves together. Her right hand went up to my neck, and then my head, her left held my back into her. My left hand was on her bare back and gliding on her smooth skin. My lips found her neck and gave faint kisses. Her breasts mashed into my chest and nipples lightly poking into me. I knew she was not in a play mood, I just held her still. When I slept, I had this feeling of home, of bliss, and of heaven. Her skin against mine was like silk, slightly cool but very smooth. Even the top of my thigh that had grounded into her pussy found silky smoothness of skin on it.
In the morning, she got up before me, didn’t move just so I won’t wake up. She just continued to rub my head. When I did get up, I looked up and said, “good morning mom,” whispering.
She said, “good morning, sweetheart”
I kissed her neck a few times, moved up and started kissing her cheeks and belatedly reached her lips. She had loosened her grip on me. I kissed her lips a few times and remembered to not repulse her from my dragon-breath. I started downwards journey kissing her chin, her neck, her chest, and then her breast. On reaching her nipples, I took the right one in my mouth and went to work. It was as if I was trying to make up for the lost time. My morning hard-on was grinding into her from within my boxers. I sucked her hard and had her moaning in no time. My shoving from below only improved her symphony. If Dad weren’t awake already, then this would do the work.
I also knew this was my boundary and did not go further and waited for her to pull me off. She did not and I most certainly was never going to do it. We kept on and on. By the time it dawned on me she isn’t pushing me away, I realized she was already on her back, and I was already half on top of her. Her hand still pulling my head into her breast. From my peripheral vision, I could see Dad wasn’t on the bed. I pulled my head off and looked at his side of the bed to reconfirm; nope he was not there. She saw me pull off from her nipple and looked down at me. Seeing my predicament, she eyed towards the bathroom as if to signal he was in the bathroom.
OMG! Did he see me and Mom in our love cuddle while he walked past us into the bathroom – without killing me? I was groping her all over while she was naked. With my head buried in her chest, obviously, her head above mine could see around the room – if her eyes were open she would know of Dad’s movements.
Holy shit. This was surreal.
Not wanting to break away, I looked at Mom and started my downward climb into her thighs. She held my hands from just under my shoulders and tugged on me slowly.
Did I just fuck it up? Did my pause and checking on Dad get Mom also out of the zone I had carried her into? I was to blame for it certainly. Kicking myself I still went back up to on her and kissed her once on the lips before getting off from top of her.
Day 12 of Lockdown
I kept myself on the bed and saw Mom get up and give me a show. She was beet red in her face and blushed with all the unadulterated attention I gave her. She rose on the foot of the bed and picked up the yellow dress and tried to straighten it to wear it again for the morning. After jostling with it a little, she gave up, on second thought, and with her dress in her hand walked to the bathroom. Dad was still in the bathroom, shower running.
I think Mom got a good one in the bathroom.
After the explicit show of affection between Mom and me that Dad witnessed on his way to the bathroom, he was already bat-shit horny. He did not know how to handle this newfound mother-son incestuous affection. He knew we hadn’t had sex, he knew Mom is intelligent and understands the implications of her actions, Dad knew she wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, more so he knew she would die before she would let anything or anyone hurt their son. They both doted on me.
But the events over the last few days have kept him on a horny edge. Just when Dad had these conflicting images in his mind Mom entered the bathroom. His cock was rock solid; she sat to pee and looked at him in the shower cubicle. He looked straight at her. In a matter of a split second, she knew the issue on hand.
She took a few moments to clean up, and slowly approached him in the shower. I had already driven her to horniness. Mom was already buzzed because I had gotten her to her own high. She kissed Dad passionately. He was already hard, and she slipped down her knees in front of him.
While shower ran and sprang from his body a lot of it fell onto her as well. She took his cock in her mouth lovingly and started going wild on it. She also knew how to work him and his cock.
Every few sucks, Mom would hold the end of his dick along with his balls to squeeze and take the edge off; even while he didn’t cum but he was becoming sexually anxious. After about five minutes of this, she led him out of the shower, put the lid down on the toilet seat, and made him sit on it. Once he was sitting, she sat and sank on him. His cock embedded in her in no time. They did not have time to even go to the bed, and they wanted to settle this privately.
She started her grind, shoving into him steadily. He could not find an angle to pump upwards; his knee was bent more than that necessary leverage he required. It had to be all her. She knew it too and worked it very well. She kept the hip pump going while she held his head and looked him in his eyes and conveyed that she needs to do this.
When Dad came in her, it was like a fire hose. And he grunted “uuuungghh” as high as possible. Did he want to ensure I heard it? Did he want to make sure that I knew that she was his?
Mom continued her small jumps on him, and slowly her voice also raised “aaah” and “oooh.” She hadn’t cum yet. This was one of those days that he had cum before her, and she was worried that if he grew limp first then she would be left dry. Mom hastened. His hands behind her went down to her butt and provided the support she needed to speed the fuck.
Just then, he put his mouth on Mom’s breast, her right breast, which was unlike him. He always went for the left. She brought her hand up behind his head into his hair. She then closed her eyes, and she neared her release, but she was not there yet.
She grunted.
With Dad stuck on her breast, her mind reflected my image doing it. In fact, she willed herself to think about me while Dad was sucking her right breast and playing with her nipple. As soon as my image came to her mind sucking her breast, her dam burst, and she came with a huge “AAAAAAAHHHHHH” and followed it up with “babbbbbyyyy.” She kept grinding on Dad for quite a while longer.
When they settled, she was still on top of him, and he was on top of the toilet seat. Mom started laughing at what they had just done, and Dad joined her. She bent on his face and started kissing him. Mom’s tongue in his mouth and Dad’s head in her hands.
Dad lifted himself from off the seat and his hands below her bum held her along, still embedded in her but his dick losing its stiffness. By then, she had her thighs around him, and he carried her to the shelf next to the washbasin. His cock had popped out but his arms strong enough to carry her to the shelf. They knocked off some cosmetics from there. Mirror behind her back, he kissed her.
Then asked … “Are you sure?” He knew that she knew about his observations, and she nodded.
He added … “Be careful” and she nodded.
Dad said, “I love you”
She responded, “I love you too” and kissed him.
They both came out already showered and ready.
I had heard their lovemaking session from my position in the bed, and with the noises they made, louder than any I had heard earlier from them, it seemed they enjoyed their session.
I did not know how to respond to such moments. Before this trip, their sex had been limited to their room, and I never heard them through our concrete walls back home. This experience was new to me. I didn’t feel jealousy with Dad making love to Mom, I was enjoying my privileges. I started to even worry if those were going to last after we return back home, or was this our new lifestyle. I was convinced my exploits were only time-bound to Vegas.
When Mom and Dad joined me, I had the coffee kettle next to me and handed them both coffee on the bed. I moved to the sofa and saw TV trying to avoid conversation about their sexcapade in the bathroom. Mom had the coffee and skipped her yoga routine for the day.
She was wearing a slip and yoga pants. Her slip was the kind girls usually wear below dresses at times. A white slip, which gave away everything in its opaqueness, in shape, size, color, and yet held back the necessary cover. The fabric was silky. It hung loosely from below her breasts and maintained a good fit on the breasts.
During breakfast, Dad had a hand inside her slip and held her waist on her bare skin. The breakfast was funny because Mom cracked up on Dad’s jokes about her being lightweight. Some covert message I think about their session in the bathroom earlier in the day.
Around noon, Mom was sitting on the bed reading her book and Dad next to her, also reading some papers. Having skipped her yoga routine, she shucked her yoga pants and replaced them with white boy-short panties. She decided it was fine to sit in just with a slip and panties, she felt lazier. I was doing my clothes, washed them, and hung them for drying. Dad received some call and he got up and went towards the sofa to finish his call, so as not to disturb Mom’s reading. Post that he opened his laptop and took another call. Evidently, the plan for next week needed to be settled with his colleagues.
Dad was working his laptop typing an email, and talking over the phone when I joined Mom on the bed. Like earlier yesterday I reached next to her, with my shoulder sideways on the headboard. I was facing towards Mom while she read the book that was rested on her folded thighs and feet facing down on the bed. Mom’s thighs supported the book held in her right hand.
When I came and lay next to her facing her, she shifted the book to her left hand, Mom used her right to turn a page. After turning each page, her right arm would come down on the bed to rest; one such move I held it mid-way in both my hands. My left hand below her elbow and my right hand holding her forearm, she looked at me quizzingly.
I brought my head down and kissed her forearm and then moved upwards. I planted a kiss for every inch. She got bored with me and turned her head into the book. I kept on the kissing reaching up on her arm. When my kisses reached high on her arm, I raised my hand to her shoulder and pulled her strap downwards on her arm. It fell instantly, but the slip on her breast held on despite some drop. I peeled the silky fabric away from her right breast, and without much ado took the breast in my mouth and started sucking. I had done this earlier, with Dad in the room. No new boundary was being crossed, and she had no reason to shoo me away.
I spent an eternity on her breast as if this were her most erogenous zone. To a level, it must have been. Because after a while, it did get her worked up. She was moaning and writhing. Her right hand came on top of my head rubbing lightly, her hand weaved into my hair. Her mind was no longer in the book though she kept her nose in there. The book in her hand still raised as if she was reading.
Then her eyes closed.
She was wondering how did this all happen. She thought, Why is it that when I do something to her, it becomes insanely unbearably horny for her? How was I so patient with her? Where did I learn this? Why was she feeling like this? Why was it that when I was sucking her breasts, her pussy was responding? Why was her clitoris feeling the vibration?
In between her moans, she opened her eyes and saw that my hand was on her pussy, two fingers inside. Her slip was bundled around her tummy. She couldn’t remember letting me take off the second strap of the slip from her other shoulder. That couldn’t have happened with the book in her hand. Where was the book she thought, when did it fall off from her hand? When did I take my hand down from her breast, and when did it touch her pussy? When did my fingers enter her? Why did it feel so good? She closed her eyes again.
When I had inserted my finger inside her, she moaned. When I shoved in two fingers and moved them in and out, she moaned louder. When I flicked her clitoris with both my fingers, she moaned even louder. I was not going to let her cum. I was keeping on edge. Where are my panties? she asked herself in disbelief.
She opened her eyes again and saw her husband of twenty-three years looking at them; she blasted with a loud moan and came in quarts.
“aaaaaaagh, uuuuujngh, please …babbbbbbbyyyyyy, oooooohhhh.”
I did not let go of her breast al that while. I did not ease the pressure off of her pussy either. I was going for the jugular. She had let me lift her second arm and take the strap off from her other shoulder. She had moved the book in the other hand for it. She had allowed letting me put my hand in her panties. She had let me take her panties off, in fact, helped by lifting her ass. She had gone with me to the journey of ecstasy.
I was in another world, having made my Mom cum on my hand. It was an experience beyond comparison. I wanted to go to the next level of this surreal video game called Mom.
She was quivering in front of me, her orgasm had barely subsided. To keep her going and enhance her pleasure, I bent down on her belly and kissed it. I kept going down on her hip and kissed it. I bent down on her thigh and kissed it. She was limp or numb, or probably both. I lifted one leg of hers by the knee and turned myself to come in between her legs. The limp leg fell back on the bed. She was still panting.
I dove in and did not waste my time with the pleasantries before entering the main draw. I licked her pussylips to taste her, slowly. First one, then the other. Then I moved my tongue inside her. She starts convulsing into another orgasm as soon as she realized it was my head between her thighs and my lips on her pussy. The orgasm built for a very brief while before she started trembling again, and another stream of liquid gold started flowing from her. Her fingers clutched my hair fiercely and pulled me in as if she wanted to drag me back in from where I had come. Each of my hands went up to hold one ass cheek under her to give upward support for me to angle my way into her. From this point on, I never let her go limp. That wouldn’t be fun. What was fun was to see her reach heights of frenzy with my tongue doing the business of getting her there.
I slowed my attack once she had orgasmed, and then I picked up speed every time she was climbing down from one. I alternated between her pussylips, her vulva, her clitoris, and her perineum, sometimes going for more than one of them at once, at another time adding my fingers with my tongue to add to her pleasure.
There came a time that Mom, instead of pulling on my hair pushed me. She was asking for mercy. Much that I wished her to not have it, I loved my mom to death, and this was the time to show it. I slipped my hands out from under her; she never took the hands out of my hair. I moved on top of her and reached her mouth eventually leaving trails of cum on her tummy, breasts, neck, chin, and lips. Then I entered her mouth with aggression. I kissed her, and she started sucking my lips, and my tongue. I had taken her on a heavenly ride, and it was time for her to show appreciation. She kissed me like she loved me. She did.
She whispered to me slowly, “I love you Calvin.”
I responded cheekily “not as much as I do.” And we both chuckled.
The getting up and facing reality was awkward with Dad six yards away. I managed to avert my eyes and walked to the bathroom. My jack off session lasted barely minutes. My grunts were as muted as was possible. I delayed coming out of the bathroom to muster the courage to face Dad, and also Mom.
Mom somehow managed to save the day by starting to serve lunch. She and Dad started to have lunch without me, and they were talking softly. I came out of the bathroom to see they were more than halfway through the lunch. They stopped their conversation, and Mom called me to join them. I asked her to finish off, and then I will have later. Mom had replaced the slip straps on her shoulders, and her pussy was back in the white panties I had helped discard earlier.
After a late lunch, we all sat for a Poker game. Later in the afternoon, I went for a stairs exercise, and Mom and Dad were on the bed talking, and Mom reading again.
By evening we shifted to the movie venue – our sofa. The movie choice for this evening was Dad’s, and he decided upon a political espionage drama. I was on the carpet and in between them both. My hand involuntarily got to touch Mom’s foot, which was hanging next to me. Her left foot hung next to my right hand. I stopped its dangling by holding it in my hand, and I started rubbing it. Slow tender massage of her foot. No attempt to raise my hand further. The movie was gripping and eventually drew us all in, and it ended with a flourish.
Mom and Dad lay together on the bed that night before I reached next to them. I couldn’t see any straps of the slip on mom’s shoulder; she was tucked under the cover but her shoulders were bare. They were talking about something from back home. Dad was on his back, and Mom had turned towards him, facing his side. When I had come out from the bathroom, they continued with their discussion, gave me no attention.
Kicking myself on having missed Mom’s slip removal, I moved inside the cover, and Dad pulled the switch off for lights out. I lay straight on my back. While talking, Mom had already taken control of his dick in her hands. She was working it, in slow pulls, and once the light went out it was his turn for the jollies. My afternoon show with Mom might have helped. Despite their morning bathroom romp, he was hard as hell but would take some time to cum. Mom knew it. She went down on him under the cover. The covers rustled aggressively when Mom gave him head. Her head bounced, and I could see the distinctive piston movement of the cover giving away the action below. Dad did not look in my direction, and I tried to look at the bland paint of the ceiling as if done by Michael Angelo.
We were long past the, “please look the other way, son” requests when they fooled around. I wondered, could I do it? Could I ask Dad, could you please look the other way while I suck Mom? Won’t that be something!
For a good twenty minutes, her sucking drew him to the next level of happiness, and when he came with a grunt “uuuungh” he shot his load in her mouth. On her part, Mom ensured no drops of cum went out of her mouth. Her licking thereafter lasted another few minutes.
Once he was cleaned up Mom moved up to his side, and as a customary payback, he started fingering her. His fingering her was an aggressive affair as against the amorous slow torture she had received on my fingers and tongue this afternoon. But she enjoyed it like crazy.
Dad had turned to her side, and his hand was embedded into her pussy and gave it a rapid firing. She had both her hands holding his one, which was giving her pleasure.
His hands continued the pump, and she wailed…”pleeeeeaaaasseee babbbbbyyyy, aaaaangh”
She went to town with the noises, and the cries grew louder with every gone minute. Adamantly, I never turned on her side or the other side. I could not bear to look their way or the other. Confused, I just stared right ahead towards the ceiling. Her each noise of “aaaangh” and each grunt of “mmmm” told me of Dad’s intention. He made her orgasm in under ten minutes. His hand wet with her juices came to his mouth, and he sucked at it. She lay limp for a long while and was panting when Dad finished with her.
After a long while, when things got settled and the heat of the moment passed, Mom shifted towards my side. Dad still awake and rested on his back, face upwards. Mom was beat. She had had an action-packed day with morning, afternoon, and night encounters. She was buzzed but was tired. Her body in my arms was limp.
We moved into our love cuddle with her arms around me, one of mine behind her. My lips on her chest above her right breast, our thighs interlocked. When her breasts came forwards into my chest, and her nipples were soft though warm; I knew we had reached our position. Before I could lay two kisses on her chest, she went limp into sleep. She was exhausted, and I simply wanted her to rest.
Day 13 of Lockdown
When I woke up the next morning, there was no movement on Mom. Dad had already gone into the bathroom. She didn’t seem to be ready to wake up soon. I wanted to give her space. I moved up the headboard and let her rest on the pillow. I was on my side, and she lay on her back in the middle her hands spread a little. I just used my hand and my fingers in her hair to soothe her into a deeper sleep. She lay in naked like an angel, the cover giving away every inch of her curves. I was tidying her hair slowly, and her unblemished skin told a story of god’s creation with love and no-haste. At that moment, I could only thank god for having her as my mother.
Dad exited the bathroom a while later and saw us. I had my phone in one hand and my other hand caressing Mom’s head, clearing one hair at a time away from her forehead, while she blissfully slept. Dad went to make coffee. I wanted to stay away from any awkward conversation and moved to the bathroom to clean up, and brush. I thought I’d rather do my stairs exercise in the morning. But on my return, Dad was sitting on his side of the bed and passed me a cup of coffee. He handed me the coffee, and I sat on my side of the bed.
Mom still lay in the middle, naked and sleeping. Both of us trying to feign normalcy in a surreal situation. We discussed the post lockdown action plan for Monday and rescheduling our tickets to fly back. He told me that he doubts the flights were opening up soon, but if they won’t he had made some arrangements as a backup.
My right hand returned to Mom’s hair and a soft caress; coffee in my left. Dad drank his coffee from his right hand and brought his left hand under the cover and straight to her breast. He was not mauling it but just a slow light rub.
Mom woke up to this wonderful sensation of one hand caressing her hair and another caressing her breast. She felt dreamy. How did she reach this place? Why now? Why this late? She kept her eyes closed long after she was up and soaked in the unadulterated love she was receiving.
She slowly turned on her front, face down. My hand and Dad’s fell off from our positions on her. She took a while lying on her front. When she got up, a very few luxuriously slow moves later she started picking herself up from her head and her shoulders, and she slowly pulled herself back on her knees. She got back slowly to her knees bent under her, heels on her feet touching her bums. Her back straight and breasts in full plain view. Her rise backward had ended her sitting somewhere between Dad and me around near our knees. The cover fell from her back behind her as she sat facing Dad and me, with her breasts bare and pink from her pressure on them when she lay on them. Her thighs tight in front of her.
She got a “Good morning darling” from Dad. She wished back “good morning” she held his hand that Dad had extended. With her still looking at Dad, I said “good morning mom”, She turned to me, and she wished me “good morning.”
Next, she stretched her arms out. Her breasts climbed a couple of inches upward and then came back down along with her arms. She was in the middle of deciding what to do next when Dad offered, “Coffee.”
Without any options on the top of her mind, She said, “yes.”
Mom did not bother to cover herself, get up, or even look down her chest to see the bare breasts or bare pussy. She was in a state of bliss after an idyllic restful night, which had taken the fatigue off of her. She was feeling energy run through her this morning.
The fact that she was without a blouse, like this, before us now did not make her or Dad uncomfortable. Her pussy, on the other hand, was out of plain sight with her thighs shut and folded legs. All of us sat there for a long while trying to extend the conversation for as long as possible in this erotic setting and comfortable with each other as we’ve never been before.
Dad told us about his back-up plan, should the restrictions on flights continue beyond Monday then he has arranged for a small private jet to fly us home. We were trying to discuss pros-and-cons of this, and Mom caught me drilling holes into her breasts with laser beams from my eyes. It took me a long while to ease into this new scenery.
My cock was at attention under the covers and in my boxers. Eventually, Dad got up to check out the news. All this discussion regarding itineraries had him curious for a lockdown update.
Mom realized I was sitting in front of her enamored and the experience of her sitting naked in front of me, with Dad on the same bed – in broad daylight – was overwhelming for me. Mom moved her leg nearest to me even closer and giving me a peek of her bare pussy with just a small triangle of neat hair on her mound and no panties. She kept moving her leg and climbed on top of me and brought her legs on both my sides, across my thighs, and hooked her arms behind my neck. Apparently, Mom had not noticed my hard-on until then.
She kissed me on my lips and then again and then again and then again. By our fifth kiss, I had ensured my tongue was in her mouth. She was a happy recipient of this treat and sucked it along. We were panting in no time, and our tongues played with each others. If her shared nudity was overwhelming for me, so was it exciting for her. I brought my hands on her back covering the small acreage, and when my hands dived on her back into her ass-cheeks, I pulled her towards me. By then, her pussy lips were plastered on my balls. Her hips started the grind. Her lips never left mine. No way was she not aware of the large lump of meat poking her pussy. Her pussy paid no heed to the cover and my boxer between her humps. I let her take charge of the progress before deciding my action plan. The humping grew gradually, and so did the noise from both of us. I was sucking on her neck and gave her a Hickie.
She came out of it, and instead of deciding to go ahead, she pulled back. She tilted her head and pulled her left leg from the middle of the bed on to the floor. As if snapping out, she swung off from me, and the bed. Her rapid breathing betrayed her desire; she stood looking at me, my arm reaching out as if calling her to join me back on the bed. She abruptly turned and moved into the bathroom.
Mom used some time in the bathroom to think through. Mom could not put a finger to it but she was very bothered with what was happening. It seemed her dry humping her son had pushed her to snap. In her mind, Mom was going to take him in her pussy within minutes; had she not run away the way she did from the scene. She had remained composed largely; horny as hell in the last few days, but composed in general. What triggered this snap?
Mom comprehended, what happened a while back, was not just one incident but was part of her slide. The fact that her nakedness was a new normal now; the fact that she was comfortable sitting between her husband and her son completely naked even while they talked the mundane stuff about flight and home and whatnot. The surreal string of events in the past few days had changed her. She felt liberated, she felt horny, she felt confident, she felt sexual, more importantly, she felt sexually charged. It was as if she had some kind of sexual energy releasing from within her.
It was she that was humping him this morning, not him. It was her pussy lips grinding on his cock and not the other way round.
Mom knew she was in dangerous territory, but instead of getting repulsed she felt attracted to it; instead of getting wary of the results, she seemed to want it. She got scared.
There was no way for me to know why Mom snapped. Much that I’d have loved to be understanding, I had a hard cock to deal with. I could not just stand and walk around with it.
I stayed in bed listening to music and fiddling my phone when she returned from the bathroom belatedly in her panties and a loose dad’s T-Shirt, that reached her buttocks, and with her, every step the panties peeked out from below the hem of the T-shirt.
Mom’s yoga routine lasted longer than usual that morning, or so it seemed; she was sweating by the end of it. Dad hadn’t moved away from the sofa, and his iPad held his attention. When Mom had finished, she asked Dad to make breakfast instead of her. We decided on boiled eggs, toast, and some sausages.
She joined me on the bed, trying to catch her breath back after a hard yoga routine, compensating for missing one the previous morning. Her sweat was visible on various spots of the T-shirt she had on. We chatted about stuff, and then inadvertently, I showed her an app I had recently seen – TikTok, on my phone and how people were using it to kill time, especially during the lockdown.
Once Dad was ready with breakfast, we joined him on the table. Mom took her usual morning breakfast lap, Dad’s. They kissed once before sitting. Dad seemed happy to have her in panties when she sat with him.
Less than a minute later, Dad complained, “you should’ve changed Catherine. You are sweating.” He obviously meant her t-shirt.
Instead of replying, she lifted her arms, pulled the t-shirt from off her neck, and threw it on the ground after dabbing hereof a couple of places on her and said “here.”
Both of them smiled at each other.
My breakfast taste just improved manifold with the view. Dad’s hand rose from behind her to take hold of her breast from below and he kept his hand there through the breakfast.
On the breakfast table, Mom and I had decided to do a lip-sync video on TikTok and convinced Dad to join in. With his hand holding his bribe it was difficult for him to say no. I hadn’t noticed when he did nod, Mom’s hand was below the table. On her part, Mom wanted to dress up for the Lip Sync video. After some debate over a prolonged breakfast, we chose a classic audio from the soundtrack of ‘Grease’. Dad’s hand never left Mom’s breast the entire time. I assured Mom it was going to take some practice.
By the time Mom finished the dishes, I had set up the audio connection to the stereo in our apartment -detaching them from the Xbox – and Dad helped me move the furniture a little. We decided to use the center of the apartment to do the gig. We took our main table and pushed it along the wall, and set up my laptop on it to open the original video to learn from.
Mom was still topless and remained a major distraction for me during our rehearsals. A hand here and a hand there always found itself on her breasts. Laughingly she brushed off both Dad and me every time we felt her up during the practice. Without a doubt, the major takeaway from this lockdown union amongst us was a new liberated, sexually confident Mom who was happier than ever. She was in the company of two of her most loved people in the whole wide world. What changed the game, even more, were zero reflections of any insecurity from Dad. He loved me a lot, and I doubt these new semantics have changed that.
By the time we had finished our final choice of a small routine, we had perfected the thirty seconds skit. Mom wanted to ensure we all are properly ready and dressed up for the video clip. We were all very tired and decided on a slip in our resolution that day. A heat-and-eat lunch, on the bed. I was to prepare this while Dad and Mom went in for the shower and to get ready.
Mom came out of the bath with a towel around her and she had decided to use the black magic-dress that stretched when she moved. She had on her the bra and panties under the towel. She had worn this dress two weeks back at the hotel when they’d gone to the restaurant. The dress had provided enough peeks with her every stretch of hand or a leg but never giving away goodies. The bra and panties were extremely small and had no seams whatsoever. They seemed custom made for this black dress, which Mom had laid out on the bed.
Mom seemed pepped to do this. After her shower, she came out to do up her hair in some vintage style for the video. It took her forever to complete that. No one was complaining because somewhere during the dress-up she had tossed her towel aside and moved about in her bra and panties. The heat-and-eat lunch needed another round of heating when we reached the bed to eat. The audio-video paraphernalia occupied our lunch table.
She had her hair made up, sat for lunch in her bra and panties. Lunch itself was hasty because of the anticipation we had ended up creating for ourselves; mostly due to the change in activity from our poker, Xbox, and movie routine.
Post our meal, when Mom slipped into the dress both Dad and I couldn’t help but compliment her countless times how great she looked in the dress, and her hair especially. That opinion changed when she started moving about, and we were back to her dress being the center of all attraction.
Dad put on a suit mimicking Travolta, we practiced our gig in a final dress rehearsal and mastered it in a couple of tries. We started shooting, it did us at least five tries to get the final version right. We completed the half-minute long performance and captured it properly in the camera. Tiktok was uploaded instantly, and we kept one routine in our photo gallery for posterity. We ended the afternoon laughing and happy with the day well spent.
All of us lay back on the bed fully dressed, on our sides of the bed but on the edge, with legs hanging down. We chilled out and relaxed for some time. Mom got up first and shucked her dress before laying back with us again. Dad had taken the suit jacket off after the performance. We just lay there for some time relaxing and chatting. An hour later, Mom lay in Dad’s arms while I resettled our table back for dinner in the middle of the apartment where it belonged.
I prepared dinner of mashed potatoes and Mexican rice with some curry. Dad and Mom relaxed their evening on the bed, necking, kissing, and talking. Mom remained in her bra and panties when she sat on my lap for dinner. The protocol we had adopted for lunch and dinner continued as usual. The dinner itself though was uneventful; I saw her bra and panties really dug into Mom’s skin when she sat close to me on my lap. I noted and waited for bringing it up with her later after dinner.
We moved to the sofa for a late movie – without any surprise, we chose to watch Grease that evening. Dad went to change into something comfortable and to take the suit trousers off and his shirt. I took off my jeans and retained my shirt and boxers. I started the movie and sat on the carpet in the middle, and Dad was already in his corner. Mom joined in after few minutes into the movie, busy trying to get the makeup off or something. She had shut off all lights except one next to the bed, to watch a movie she liked very much.
When she came to the sofa, I said, “Hey Mom, isn’t this thing extra tight for you. I saw earlier the thing dug into your skin when you were sitting with me for dinner.”
She knew it was very tight, and the reason was the dress demanded it. Now with no dress, she had little reason to carry on with such tight underwear. With the movie already on the TV, she decided to pull the bra from over her head and then for good measure got out of the panties as well. She climbed the sofa in her corner. No pretenses were necessary. She sat in her corner.
The movie rolled along, and when we crossed the reference point of the movie which we had enacted, Mom bent forward towards my ear and said, “Thank you. I had a wonderful time today”, her hand on my head as a natural conjoint action to her mouth near my ear.
I naturally lifted my head sideways and looked up to her and said, “you are welcome, Mom. I liked it as well.”
With me facing her, she bent a little further to kiss me on the lips and then one slightly longer than the first, before going back to her position. Her hand remained on my head.
More than half an hour later, I was bored of the movie, and with my shuffling about and moving; it became clear that I was not going to be able to sit through this whole two hours without a sedative. I looked up to Dad and wondered why he was smiling at the screen; then I turned to Mom to see and found her enjoying it as well. Every few minutes I was rearranging myself.
Just then, Mom did something, which shall stay with me till death. Mom brought her hand on my head and held it in her left hand; she pulled me towards her while twisting my head firmly. I knew enough to just follow her lead and didn’t resist any. She kept the pull on my head and twisting until it was guided between her thighs and going to her quim. Once given the directions, I moved forward into heaven, paying no heed to Dad sitting on my right less than a yard away.
Having received mute instructions, I didn’t dive into her pussy straight away. I repositioned to shift properly and in the middle of her legs, and this change made her legs open up further. My sofa-facing position made me put my legs under the sofa, and I inched forward.
Once I was between her legs, I pulled her each thigh and lifted them on my shoulders one by one. My face was inches away from her pussy. I lifted my hands, and they went behind her butt, and holding them from the back I started pulling her for a proper angle. She slid down along with my hands, and I made touch down. My lips on hers.
My hands did not leave her behind and remained there for the next hour. I used them plenty to pull her into my lips. My mouth worked on her lips, starting with kisses first and then going further into her pussy. I tried to push both my lips inside her pussy and failed. I decided on a time-tested art of licking instead. I started licking the insides of her pussy and slowly drove my tongue into her. I wanted her juices for my dessert as if I was hungry. I kept my licking going. I eased up with a realization that there was a lot of the movie left.
I went back out and let her edge come off. I restarted from her thighs and stayed there for the longest time. The anticipation in her made her sensitive. Her second hand joined her left, in my hair. Her rubbing of my hair changed to pulling. Her hands were towing my head in, compelling me to go ahead further. I complied. My kisses and licks went past her pussylips, and she exploded. She tried to keep it quiet but failed miserably. Her orgasm left her grunting “mmmmmmaaaahhhh.” She bit her lips to maintain some sanity to the situation and sit straight for as long as humanly possible.
Just then, I unleashed my second attack with my tongue and went in. No licks. Just thrusts as if my tongue was fucking her. I telepathically delivered to her mind the sublime message of my tongue fucking her in her pussy. She started whimpering and shaking, and her orgasm was now ongoing. I was not letting up. I did slow down momentarily before restarting the tongue shoves in her pussy twisting it, and the curl changed the sensation in her, and she just went on from one to another orgasm. When I had a few orgasms taken from her, I showed mercy and started licking the flowing juices.
It took me quite a while to clear up the liquid she was producing and what had leaked into her bottom but when I completed licking inside and outside her pussylips and even her perineum, I went on another mission. I took my licks upwards towards her clitoris. By then, she was limp but recovering.
When I touched her sensitive nub, she virtually shouted; her hands flapping and flailing as if she had been thrown off a cliff, and she needed to get hold of something in the air to hold on to.
“aaaaaaaggghhhhhh” mom screamed.
I started flicking her clitoris earnestly and kept my tongue heavily stroking it
Her flapping hand involuntarily touched Dad’s, and he turned his palm upwards to hold her hand softly. Reentering the real world it dawned on her that there was a third person in the room, on the sofa, and it was her husband; she looked towards Dad, realizing the gravity of it all, in an ever so lustful soft half-closed eyes she looked at him and started cumming again with a loud shout. “OOOOOOHHHHH…Barrrrrrrrrrrrry…Calvvvvvvvvvvvvin”
I went to business on her clitoris and kept producing moans and grunts and shouts and screams from her. I didn’t see the movie for the second hour of it and surely didn’t let Mom and Dad see it either. Mom had given me a candy to suck on, whether they sit finished their movie or not, I had made good of my part of the deal – sitting through it without complaining. Before the movie credits rolled, Mom had already begged me to stop by pushing my head out of her pussy. I didn’t back out, and she kept shoving me off. When I eventually did let her off, the room was silent except for her moaning and whimpering.
Under no circumstance, Mom was going to be able to walk the ten yards from the sofa to the bed. She was limp and almost passed out. I got on my feet and picked her up – putting my arms under her knees and high on her back. Her head flopped on my shoulder. I went to the bed and climbed up on my knees before putting her down very tenderly in the middle of the bed. Dad was behind me walking towards the bed.
I didn’t look back towards Dad and continued to walk to the bathroom. I didn’t know if jacking-off was such a great idea, but I was buzzed with what I had done. My cock was as hard as steel. I released it out of my boxers and willed myself to not jack off. I didn’t want to touch it.
I stood in the bathroom trying to make sense why I didn’t feel like jacking off, I decided that I wanted to take mom. I wanted to make love to her. I wanted her for me. I wanted her now. Willing myself to settle down, I got out of the bathroom after a while.
Dad had shut off the TV; all lights of the room were off barring one next to the bed. I slowly went under the covers and tried to cool off. Mom was lost to the world, and Dad had an arm around her. It seemed he was trying to protect her from my attacks.
Then the bedside light got flicked off.
Day 14 of Lockdown
When I woke up, Dad was somewhere around the kitchenette preparing coffee. Mom was in the bed with her back on the headboard next to me.
I looked up at her and she said, “good morning, sweetheart.”
I replied, “good morning mom” still groggy.
My head was at her thigh level because she was sitting, and I lifted up a little to kiss on the side of her hip, signaling I couldn’t reach up to her lips. She smiled and put her hand in my hair. She was as I had left her in bed last night, no clothes on her. She pulled me into her side, and my lips and head remained stuck to the side of her hip. No intention of going further, nothing sexual about it. I pulled my hand up and put it across her to hold. The arm and elbow over her hips going to the other side. Just holding on to her. She did not move, nor did she stop me.
When Dad gave coffee, all three of us sat on the bed with our backs on the headboard and talking about tomorrow and our flight back home – one way or the other.
Eventually, I got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up and showered first. When Mom showered, Dad and I watched the news about lockdown and virus and tried to grapple with the updates – importantly around flights’ resumption.
Catching little from the dribble from TV, Dad moved to his iPad pushing the onscreen keyboard. He had resolved to get us home the next day. By the time Mom came out, she had taken an extended hour, Dad had already organized the flight by a small private jet. We would lift off the late afternoon on Monday. We were all glad to go home. Without reference to our shenanigans, we were still happy heading home.
Satisfied with himself, Dad went for his shower. Mom joined me on the sofa. Sat next to me, trying to dry her hair with a towel. Her choice that day was a creamy-white colored slip with smallest panties I had never seen her in. It was not even enough to cover her very small patch of hair on her mound despite them being well-trimmed. Every time her hand would go up into her hair to dry the water from her hair or ruffle the towel, her slip pulled up higher a couple of inches, and I could see the panties were held high on her hip by small knots, like those in a bikini.
I put my right hand on her thigh and caressed the smooth refreshed skin, which felt like silk under my fingers. My eyes conveyed my love for her, and I told her, “you look lovely, mom.”
“Flattery will get you everything” Mom mocked me.
“I swear mom, you are the most beautiful girl I know.” I said, adding, “I can’t tell you how much I love you.”
“I love you too.” She forgot about her hair and got up from the sofa. Letting the towel fall from her hand, she turned to face me. She put her right knee outside my left thigh first and then pulled up her left thigh to rest it outside my right thigh, holding onto my head for support. She was riding my thighs cowgirl style and pulled herself forward into my face.
Mom’s lips landed on my lips and we kissed, once, then again and then again and then again and then again. Finally, her lips didn’t leave mine, and she waited. I rewarded her with my tongue, and she welcomed it with reverence and sucked on it like I had sucked on her clitoris last night on the same spot.
In no time, we were breathing heavily and panting. She continued with her kissing and tongue, and seeing that we weren’t going to go further, I reached for my pre-established threshold. I held her slip from the sides and pulled it up. She willingly raised her arms and let the slip come off. Even while her raised arms were trying to get the slip off, I dove in and took her breast in my mouth. Her right breast. I started sucking like it was giving me nectar, throwing my arms behind her to pull her in. There was some aggression in me, and I sucked hard. My tongue flicking and lips sucking on her nipple seemed urgent, and I had her moaning on my lap.
Her hands pulled my head on her breast as if trying to hold on to a glued substance on her breasts. The pressure behind my head was persistent. My lips stuck to the areola, and my tongue was flicking her nipple harder.
I never wanted to switch to the other breast. I rubbed my hands behind her back and went low into her ass and eventually rested my hands on her ass-cheeks, one in each hand. When my hands got restless, I dove in further into her crack and going for her anal hole. My fingers played around and eventually reached her hole. She moaned louder and flinched. To make her comfortable I left my finger there and raised my other hand behind her back on her shoulders trying to pull her into me. Her breasts were smashed into my face. Her hands helping.
When I put the fingernail length into Mom’s butt hole she wailed louder, and she started cumming on me. I had not touched her pussy as yet. I twisted my fingers to increase her sensation, and her shudders lasted longer. The situation on the sofa got hotter by the minute.
Mom’s hand left my head and reached behind her to pull my hand away, but I held stronger. The stir I was creating in her butt hole was enabling to prolong the release in her pussy. She kept whimpering and moaning. Leaving my finger there, I refocused my lips on her breasts and went upwards on her neck, where I had left a Hickie only last morning. Seeing my love-mark already on her neck, I switched to the other side of her neck and sucked harder there to give her another Hickie to make a pair. She reacted with an “mmmmmm”, lost in the afterglow of an orgasm I had given her.
I moved up to kiss Mom, and our mouths reattached. Kissing gave her a fresh life, and her hands behind my head drew me into her mouth as if she was going to swallow me. My arms were around her back pulling her in.
Mom composed herself a little and pushed me on the chest to stand. Feeling the worst on her withdrawal, I kept my hands on her hips – not pulling her, but just reaching out.
Standing up, she raised her hand on her hip and pulled strings on her right side of her panty string. Then turned Mom’s hands to pull the other from her left hip. Then holding on to the string, she pulled the panty out from under her.
Mom stood in front of me blissfully nude and angelic. My face at the level of her stomach I tried to bend lower on my shoulders assuming it’s my turn to go down on her pussy. She held one hand out to hold my back and lightly lifted me up from my shoulder. I got up, and Mom bent down on her knees.
Mom lowered my boxers and released my rock hard dick. It bounced from the release. The first opportunity for Mom to get up close with my dick and I became nervous; what would she think of its size and its girth? Instead of reacting to anything she brought her hand up and held my dick in her right hand lovingly. Her mouth was inches away from my dick. Mom could see it was glistening with pre-cum, and it would take very little effort on her part to get me to burst there and then. Instead of playing with it, she raised herself in front of me and pushed me back down on the sofa; a small nudge on my chest with her left hand, without releasing my dick from her right. The action made Mom pull lightly on my dick. Releasing my cock from her hand, she let me fall back.
Mom started to climb back astride my legs and reclaimed her position putting one leg on my either side. It was not until then did I realize what she was planned to do next.
OH, MY FUCKING GOD! She is going to fuck me!
Mom planted her pussy on the outside of my cock and looking down she started adjusting forward; her pussy was kissing my cock that was now squished between the both of us. Once her knees were set on the sofa outside my thighs and her pussy aligned on my cock, she raised her head and she looked into my eyes. The resolve was visible in her eyes. We communicated with our eyes, mine pleading her to please go ahead and do it, hers confirming her love for me and an assurance that she was going to.
Mom came down on my face again, and we started kissing with love and a different level of hunger I didn’t know she possessed. We weren’t mashing ourselves crazy but lovingly kissing each other’s lips and faces.
Letting our pulses settle, she reached down between us and held the head of my dick. She positioned it straight and brought her pussy down using her knees as hydraulics. When her pussy touched my cock-head I felt warmth like no other. She was leaking heavily, and the lubrication between the two of us was aplenty. Having set the head of my cock on the mouth of her pussy lips, half an inch inside, she took her hand off and held herself there. Her arms came back on my shoulders, and we faced each other. My eyes never leaving hers, my hands on her hips giving her the necessary support.
My cock even with only half an inch inside Mom felt heavenly; she took a long while to make her next move. I think both Mom and I wanted for her to stay as-is for longer, to savor the moment of blissful agony shared by us both. The longer Mom stayed there the hotter it was becoming adding anticipation to our shared desire.
Her eyes flaming looked into mine mixed with lust and love; Mom started lowering and absorbing my cock inside her inch-by-inch. With every inch of my cock going into her I was going into a trance-like state. The slow-motion entry ensured every inch delivered a memory of its own. Suddenly I felt my dick was longer than I remembered it ever had been. Her pussy-insides were delivering the mushy hold on my cock, and the feeling of jelly-like softness enveloping my cock was like no other. I held on to her hips.
Mom seemed to take the slide down at an inch-a-minute pace. Every inch I went in, I wanted her to stop, and then I wanted her to go in further. Her eyelids were now halfway shut and expressed her unabated desire for me. She was relishing it not only in her body but also in her mind.
By the time Mom hit bottom, we had both died and resurrected. She closed her eyes and absorbed the essence of it all.
My cock embedded into her pussy was like the ultimate feeling. Nothing a son could ever feel is better than this motherly bond. I had reached where I had come from. My cock was inside the only woman I had truly loved, my Mom.
We both stayed still for a long time before nature had its way with us. She opened her eyes, and I looked into them, thanking. Her eyes said in return “no, thank you.” Emphasizing on the ‘you’.
We both smiled, half laughing, went for a kiss. We had reached the summit. We forgot about fucking and kissed passionately, tongues fighting to go to the others’ mouth. Down below, the grind started on its own, and the pleasure it produced was mutual for us both, and the kiss became even more passionate with each little hip movement.
Eventually, we left each other’s mouths to breathe and suck in air. I looked into Mom’s eyes again. She was ready. She raised her elbows and rested them on my shoulders for leverage and lifted her hips pulling me out of her until the head was still inside an inch. Her move brought her breasts into my face. I didn’t want to unsettle her momentum and fought to keep my mouth from sucking on her tits, lest she forgets the action with her hips.
Mom’s butt went back down on my thighs at twice the speed it had earlier, but still agonizingly slow. I was dead and in heaven once again. She held herself down for a while. On her upward move next, I was resurrected back to life. With each downward thrust, supported by her elbows on my shoulder she bettered her time to hit bottom. There came a time long after we had started fucking that a pace was set, and Mom was pushing down and backing up on my cock with such frenzy that it became unbearable for me to hold back. I willed myself to not burst in her. Her hips’ movement on me was such that I couldn’t but admire the fluidity of just the hips doing the work. I noticed Mom wasn’t bouncing on me. Her hips were their own piston motion, and I was in awe.
I raised my eyes again towards Mom, and I conveyed with my eyes, “mom, I am cumming.”
She reverted, “yes, baby please cum in me.”
I blasted into her like no tomorrow with a major grunt and “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH…MOOOOOMMMMM.”
On her part, when my first spurt hit her innards Mom froze, and she looked into my eyes and started cumming.
She was in ecstasy. Mom started moaning, there was no wailing as she had shown signs of expression when she had come on my mouth the last couple of occasions.
The moans from her were a series of “mmmmmm” and “babbbyyyyy” and “Calvvvvvvvvvinnnn.”
With my name in her moans, Mom was trying to stay with the fact that it was indeed her son in her; she wanted to savor it. She had one orgasm after another, maybe it was a long one. She never left my eye contact. We dug holes into each other eyes with lust we both had never experienced.
I was spurting cum in her; she was releasing her juices on my cock.
When I stopped cumming in Mom, she was still in the middle of her second orgasm and was convulsing in my arms.
When she finished cumming, she slumped into my arms, and I went back to the sofa’s backrest to support our mutual weight and relax. My cock was still embedded in her, and we rested.
Slowly I started stroking Mom back with my hands. After less than a minute of letting her settle, I brought my mouth to her ear nearest to my lips.
I said “Mom, I love you” and I started kissing her ear. Mom didn’t respond.
My cock inside her stirred. She flinched.
I initiated the grind, and she responded with another flinch. Not ready for another fucking. But the fact that I was inside her didn’t give her leverage of the situation. I started a little grind with minimal movement of my hips. Her response was lukewarm.
I took more time to work on my grind and eventually pushed myself forward on the couch. Mom’s arms were on my shoulders, and her hands fell behind me when I moved forward. My hands took charge of her ass cheeks and placed themselves angled for lifting some weight. Featherlike that she was, as I stood up, I had little difficulty in lifting her in my hands to a level where her pussy remained in grip of cock that was now hard solid again. Her pussy started pulsing slowly in response. My hands held strongly low on her buttocks to carry her.
Did her pussy pulse because she felt I was going to take her standing? God, now she had me in double mind. Then I stood with Mom in my hands holding her thighs around my hips, and my cock inside her. Her hands which were earlier loose on my shoulders seemed to find the energy to pull herself up tightly and cling on me. She was letting me be in charge of our next fuck.
Even though I had an agenda in mind, I remembered I had Mom in that exact position two weeks back in the swimming pool. The only difference being I had a privilege of now being inside her. I was going to make the most of it I swore. I stayed the path I had decided moments earlier.
I kissed Mom a few times on her shoulder and neck. She was back into fantasyland with low moans. I turned and lowered her on the sofa pulling myself out of her with a pop. Her hands behind my back betrayed her emotions. Mom held on to my neck pulling, almost clawing. I set her back sitting on the sofa with her back towards the backrest. Her butt was mere inches from the sofa’s front edge. I was low enough with my head next to hers. As soon as I kept her butt near the edge instead of back in the center of the cushion, her eyes lit up and she looked at me. Our eyes met and we discussed my next course of action.
My eyes told her, “Mom, we are going to do it again.”
Hers responded, “yes, please let’s do it.” The glint in her eyes laid even more emphasis on the yes.
I lowered my knees on the carpet and lined my cock to her pussy lips. I moved forward and dug into her at a slow pace. She moved her hips forward to find the cock and pulled it in. Her pussylips had some kind of sucking capability that could draw the cock inwards.
I kept going in slowly and kept looking at her. My eyes never left hers. Once I found the bottom, I shuffled a couple of inches to find the appropriate angle, looking down. I didn’t wait long. Once there, I looked back towards Mom’s eyes and locked eye contact and started my hips movement.
I pulled out and dug back in and pulled out and dug back in. Unlike Mom’s hips, which had the magical capability of independent functioning, my hips movement involved my thrusts with body weight. I held her from behind her back trying to pull her in me and her hands tightened on my shoulders, her fingers and nails digging in so she doesn’t fall back because of my thrusts into her. Her legs spread enough and came back behind my waist giving her upper body a backward pressure. I tightened my grip on her butt, and her hands tightened behind me so she won’t fall back.
With both of us having already cum, her more than once, it took us a little while to build that climax. She started moaning and synchronized her each moan with my thrusts “aaagh” “aaagh” aaagh.” Mom was relishing the pleasure of our fuck, and each moan had a tone of delight in it.
When I had her near the edge, I slowed down and got her back to reality before release. And then I restarted the shoves until Mom had reached La La Land, at which point when she was going to cum big, I slowed down again. What I was doing to Mom deliberately, eventually became an uncontrolled fall after a couple of such trips to the hilt. After some four or five such rises to, and descent from, the brink I could not hold it any further.
I started pumping fiercely assuring Mom, that this time, she was not coming back down without cumming. She increased her moan vocally “AAAAAGH” “AAAAGH” “AAAAGH.”
My first burst into Mom brought a loud “AAARRRNNGGHH” from her telling me that she had acknowledged the deposit deep within her; I continued my thrusts to ensure we were both cumming. She started cumming by the time my third spurt went into her. She came making noises in an unintelligible language.
“CAAAAA …aaanghh…MOOOOOOMMMMMAAAAAGHHH”
Mom started cumming like crazy, and she lost her grip on my shoulders and fell back. Unable to move her hips any longer, yet she was spasming and whimpering. I didn’t let the thrusts stop and ensured that my pumping went on long after she had settled down. At a point, she became limp even while I was still inside her shoving. After a lot of pulls and shoves I stopped and rested my palms on both her sides to hold myself inside her, repositioning myself because her falling back had raised her pussy level a couple of inches.
Sitting on my knees, I admired my mom and was looking down on her. Her eyes dreamily looked up as if she had just woken up from deep slumber. She lay with one of her hands falling above her head and another on her left on the sofa, limp. Her back slouched on the backrest of the sofa. Her breasts rested on her chest heaving slowly and her breath making her breasts go up and down in sexy waves. All her naked beauty glistening with sweat she looked like a Greek Sex Goddess.
Just looking at Mom was an aphrodisiac. My cock, which was still inside her, pulsed and sent a signal to her head, through her pussy. Her eyes opened full in disbelief and looked into mine. I backed out; she didn’t whimper for a second because she knew we weren’t done yet. I held her and tilted her to rest her back on the hand-rest of the sofa. I pulled a cushion and held it behind her. When she lay back on the sofa, I pulled her right leg up towards the back-rest bent on the knee and held her left calf down from the edge. That ensured the legs were parted enough for me to move up.
I stood up and changed my direction facing her and climbed the sofa with my knees in the middle of her thighs. Only then I pulled her left leg up and held it behind me. On her own, she raised her right leg and brought it high on the sofa backrest. I was elevated enough to her pussy level and started my descent into the heavenly hole. Her pussylips were sensitive, and she started quivering even before I had gone all the way in. Having fucked her silly twice, I wanted to make love to her now.
I picked the slowest possible descent possible and went in agonizingly slow. She brought her hands behind my back and pulled on me. We both wanted to make love and were in no rush, we had all the time in the world; we didn’t have to go anywhere. Her legs rose up behind me further, giving her pussy some more height; giving her more inches to lock her legs behind me by the time I went all the way in her. When I was down into her completely, I didn’t come back out. I stayed there and pulled my face up and looked into her eyes to start talking.
My eyes told her… “Mom I love you.”
Mom’s replied, “dear god not as much as I love you.” I knew how much she meant it.
We both smiled at each other, and I started the pump ever so slowly. Not pulling out. I kept my cock inside her completely and used the sofa cushion bounce to slowly shove into Mom, and let bounce off the cushion bring us back up. I did that a hundred times slowly and never let go of her eye contact.
The Cushion on her back helped her leap up a little, I downed my lips on hers after a long wait and her lips were quivering and I sucked her tongue and pulled her into an embrace snaking my arms behind her back. Automatically, my shove became harder, and I wanted it to slow but the motor in my groin took over, and I started to hasten. Our kiss didn’t last, but my lips remained on hers. The impact of the action in our pelvis had her shaking below me.
Willing myself off Mom’s lips, I rose from my chest up and slowed my shoves. That drove her wild. She wanted the hard shoves, and I held myself back. I pulled the cock almost all the way out, and she opened her mouth a little. She thought I was going to change some position, but she wanted the shoves even more now. I brought my hips back in and filled her again. Her mouth closed in a moan.
“hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” she purred a throaty grunt.
I started the pulling out and pushing back in slowly into her pussy, and in minutes that passed which seemed like an eternity, we were in our own world. Earlier Mom had left it on me to pull out and push back, but now her hips had another idea, and on their own, they matched each of my dips and pull with her own raise and drop. The cushion enabling immeasurably.
When we found a great rhythm, it was only a matter of time that we would climax. Her face came up as I bent a little again, and when she kissed me aggressively I knew she was close to cumming. With her kiss, she had conveyed to me silently that she needed the release badly. I picked up the pull and push and went down to business like a brand new day.
She started raising her moan decibels and rose to hug me. She was clinging to me from both with her legs and arms behind me; only her ass on the cushion. As soon as her head came onto my shoulder with a tight pull into my body she saw Dad looking towards us from behind me.
She just burst like the loudest ever I had ever heard her in my life.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH”
I was waiting for her release to be a more controlled one given that it was her fourth orgasm of the day. Boy, would I be surprised. Had I not been inside her dick deep, I would have thought it was her being knifed. Which she was by me, in her pussy.
I truly wished to die then and there. I had achieved what I came down on earth to do, and I want to go back to god to thank and kiss his feet for blessing me this moment. There was no truer feeling that this, I was in heaven, and I was excited, and I was charged up.
Mom’s eyes now looking directly into Dad’s made her dam burst even deeper. The coincidence of her climax hitting and her looking towards Dad had changed the size of her orgasm. She didn’t let go and clung to me harder; her eyes looking into Dad’s, even as she was convulsing. I was blissfully unaware of the silent interaction between them and drilled her continuously until she let go of me and had fallen back limp.
She was ecstatically happy and gave me a 1000-watt smile.
I hadn’t cum. I was resolute on what to do next. I was determined. If there was any doubt left in me then it was gone because of her smile. Her eyes egged me, and I was in no place to not concede. I started the drilling.
Mom didn’t raise her legs or put her arms around me; she held my ass cheeks slightly raised when I drove into her. I think she merely intended to let me cum, having given her the release. Having gotten a few under her belt made her sore. The few seconds we paused changed my temper downward, and I restarted my grind slowly. She showed a different and unique expression, which was unlike I had seen on her, naughtish. I couldn’t put a finger on it. The slow lovemaking restarted by me picked her up as well.
Mom on her part was also conscious of the fact that Dad was sitting on the edge of the bed and witnessing his wife being taken by their son, multiple times. She didn’t know had he seen all their fucks or just the last one. The more Mom played it in her mind, the more she went crazy, and she more she started humping. Before I could send another set of spurts into her, our eyes met – moist with lust – I understood what I had just missed a few minutes back.
I didn’t have to look back to confirm his presence, but the mere acknowledgment of his presence pushed me over, and I picked up my pace as if Dad was going to come over and stop me now.
I lost control, and I started cumming into her. My shoulders dropped on her, and I started grunting. “aaaaangghh.” As soon as I started spurting into her, she rose up from her shoulder; and took my shoulders in her arms, and her face lifted from above my shoulders again. She looked at Dad. I was in her tight grasp, and she exploded again.
Her climax was like a bomb exploding in a confined insulated space. She started cumming on my cock with her pussy pulsing, and I felt her squirt back on my cock. She didn’t moan loud, she was silent; her throat sending some sound up, which I felt in her chest, what with her body clinging to me – but no sound came out. She didn’t look away from Dad the whole while. The only sound out of her when she was cumming explosively, was from her nose. She was breathing hard from her nose because she had shut her mouth tight, teeth clenched. It took her a long time to stop cumming; she went on as if it was her first orgasm.
I fell down on the sofa on top of her along with her and ensured that I put my weight on my elbows and knees, not completely on her. She fell limp after an explosive orgasm. I could still feel her slightly shivering from the post-orgasmic shudder.
I went down on her lips as if to breathe air into her. We kissed softly. Two kisses later, she stopped responding and passed out from the extraordinary fucking she had just received. Mom was completely satiated.
I was left in a predicament of my next action. I too was overwhelmed and tried to think through what to do next. I extracted myself from her grip as well as from the top of her. I stood up facing towards her; I picked my boxers and wore them.
I lowered myself to pick her up to carry her to the bed. It took me only a moment to lift her from below her knees and her back, the second time in as many days. Her hands found my neck. Unlike yesterday she came around within the ten yards walk I was to make. When I reached the bed, she opened her left arm and head towards Dad, signaling she wanted to go to him.
Instead of laying her on the bed, I came in front of Dad sitting on the edge of the bed and laid her in his hands. Dazed, his hands came up next to mine to hold her from behind her back and from below her knees. Her butt finally settled on his thighs when he pulled her towards himself. She pulled her head on his chest and purred guiltily. I realized she had another code language with Dad, and she had conveyed him something with just a sound.
I stepped aside and walked into the bathroom to let them have their moment. I was excited, and I was scared. I was grateful to god, and I was nervous. All at the same time. Butterflies in my stomach had me restless in anticipation. I was going to get thrown out of the house by Dad, I was certain of at least that much. I had spent more than two hours fucking Mom multiple times and made her cum multiple times. What else was left for me to do in life?
I came out after running out of options in the bathroom to do. I walked over a mile within the confines of a five yards long bathroom. I eventually clicked the bathroom door open.
Dad was making us lunch; Mom was sitting with her back to the headboard of the bed. She had changed into her silk over-gown, one she had worn to the infinity pool a few days back. It was a silky style gown that came up to her thighs and had large oriental styled flowers printed on it, tied with a loose belt. My dick stirred looking at her bare legs. She looked like someone getting ready to go to bed or something. On seeing me she looked at me and gave me a loving smile. Immediately I knew I was safe. I wondered what that language between Mom and me was, that it took just an expression, eye contact, and sometimes just a touch that conveyed everything to the other. I loved it. I loved the fact that she and I had this superpower.
She raised her arm to signal I should come near her. I came to her side of the bed and sat on the edge next to her. I dropped my head on hers and kissed her a couple of times on her lips and she kissed back.
“I love you, mom” I said.
“Not as much as I do” an immediate response from Mom.
I took her in my arms, and we hugged on the bed.
We moved to the table for our lunch. Both of us were famished. Instead of sitting on my lap, Mom sat on Dad’s. It was not as much for compensating the sex with her son as much it was for the missed opportunity of breakfast on his lap. Possibly both.
Lunch was silent from Dad’s side. Mom chatted me up to discuss the return tomorrow on a private jet. It would be my first private jet visit. She had flown a few with Dad. Eventually, Dad joined the conversation trying to explain the jet and its features and such. We had a long and slow lunch, and the conversation veered from jet to the video we did yesterday, the likes and comments the video was getting online – the time that flew by not that we didn’t enjoy each other’s company. Everyone swore that it was the best time we could have had – next to each other, and safe importantly. The reference automatically included the mischiefs we got into, sexually, though nothing was said in as many words.
By the end of our lunch, the sexual tension had dissipated. We were good. I knew Mom had settled the matter with Dad before I came out of the bathroom, and whatever misgivings were left had mellowed down further, since then.
Post lunch, I went to my duty of cleaning dishes, and Mom spent time on a book, and Dad readied his bag for the next day.
The fact that Mom’s gown was thigh-high; that it covered very little even until the thigh; that she was not wearing any panties or bra below it, were all part of her newfound self. Or maybe it was who she was all-around in any case, and it’s just that it now includes me in her space. I didn’t know and didn’t care. I loved her then, and in her new self that I was seeing, I loved her even more.
I changed and went for a stairs exercise in the late afternoon, giving more time to Mom and Dad alone and strained myself for longer. I went up, and down the stairs around seventy times instead of the fifty, I had gotten used to doing. My thighs were tense when I stopped to enter the apartment.
Dad and Mom were on the bed, both reading. I drank water and sat on the sofa to catch my breath, and after cooling off a bit went for a shower. I came out wearing a T-shirt and boxers joined Mom on the bed. Dad had started working on dinner.
I sat next to Mom, who was on Dad’s corner of the bed. I shifted in the middle of the bed to come near her. Aware, that she has her nose in the book, it was best to not disturb her by talking with her. I did the next best thing.
I pulled on Mom’s silky belt. Her book changed hands into her right hand, and the left arm fell down on her side, between us. I peeled the left lapel from the front of her gown off her breast. I had her left breast on my side, now unencumbered. I dove in. I started light sucking on her breast, and she pulled her hand out that had got locked between us, and Mom put her hand on my head.
A soft caress on my head was enough granting me her approval, and I started sucking the life from her breast. Her nipple became my focus. I could not believe in less than six hours of my taking her multiple times in the presence of Dad, I could possibly do that – in this life.
I was not going to take chances of not testing it. I went about my business of ensuring I concentrated on Mom’s breast and stayed away from her sore pussy. I was in no rush, and when Dad came and offered Mom coffee. Indifferent, I didn’t remove myself from her breast. As if she was breastfeeding a child naturally in front of his Dad, it was natural in our new scenario.
Dad said, “Coffee” to Mom as if wanting her to take it in her hand.
Because she had one hand busy on my head and another holding a book which had lost its purpose long back, she had to keep the book down, and she raised her right hand to look at Dad. She took the coffee from him, looking at him directly. She took the cup, kept the cup on the side-table, and raised her hand back to Dad. She held out her hand, pulled him towards her. Unbuckled his belt and slid his shorts down, all with one hand.
I, fixated on her left breast, heard the belt buckle, and knew that instant what Mom was up to. Dad was glued to the floor and his shorts fell down, Mom pulled his briefs down with one hand to his thighs and then the briefs joined his golf shorts on his ankles. Dad’s thick cock came into Mom’s hand, and she gave it a few tugs to bring it to attention. I was incorrigible around Mom and could not help myself any longer, and to trigger me all Mom needed to do was show me one inch of her skin. She also knew Dad hadn’t gotten his release, and my exploits earlier in the day with her were having an effect on him. She couldn’t imagine attempting to have sex with a sore pussy I had given her, so she did the next best thing.
Mom pulled him many inches into her mouth instantly. The desired intent established, she backed out after a few sucks. Mom took him out of her mouth and started on his dick from below. She licked the bottom of her dick and got him to complete attention in no time. She then went further down on his balls, sucked them, and he lifted her head with both his hands and brought his cock to her mouth and shoved in. She knew what he wanted and opened wide.
He shoved into her mouth repeatedly and gave her mouth a fucking. A few strong sucks from her, and he burst with a loud grunt “uuuunnnghhh.” Mom’s hand tightened her grip on my head as if to ensure it doesn’t lose hold and worked his cock with extra force. He kept cumming in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop of his cum. He kept on grunting until his last drop was sucked out. But she didn’t give up.
She sucked him dry and kept on with licking his dick clean. With his dick in her mouth, she looked up and eyed him to stay put. It was a once in a lifetime kind of a situation. She went to work again, her left hand never leaving my head held from behind. She restarted from his balls and started licking them in reverence.
I had Mom’s breast in my mouth and focused on making my mouth full. I opened my mouth full till my jaws would allow and took most of her breast in my mouth. I then slowly slipped her breast from my mouth letting it slide on my saliva. I kept doing that a few times and had her entire breast became wet.
Many minutes later, I redirected my attention to her nipple and areola. I flicked my tongue on her nipple and kept the flat of my tongue on the complete areola. I gave her long slow licks. To change pace, I moved from her areola to her nipple and took it in between my lips, just the nipple. Rolled it a few times and then caught it in my teeth. She flinched.
Having worked her way up from balls, to his length, his cockhead – by the time she got Dad’s dick back in her mouth completely Dad was fully erect again. He restarted believing in small miracles. Mom knew the tricks to get him hard, and she was bringing them all out. She gorged on his cock into the deep of her mouth, and he started bucking. It was only a matter of time that he would cum again. Mom didn’t allow it. She kept the pressure on the base of his cock and kept the blowjob going.
She loved the blowjob. She loved getting her breasts sucked. She loved that she was giving blowjob to her husband. She loved that she was letting her son suck her breast. She loved it that she was giving blowjob to her husband, while her son was sucking her breast. She held on to this moment, this feeling and this experience as long she could possibly drag.
Dad could not hold it any longer; Mom let him have his release. She sucked harder; then she took his cockhead almost to her lips and went down on him again. Her rounded lips on his cock did it for him. The fact that their son was stuck to his wife’s left breast added to the perverseness of the situation.
Dad blasted with an even louder grunt that his last “uuuuuuurrrrrnnngghh.” He probably sent two or three squirts in Mom’s mouth, but his release was powerful for him.
She kept on licking and after a minute looked up at him to stay on, and she would suck him for one more cum. He smiled back. He wasn’t biting the bait. Challenge not accepted. She kept the licking going and released him spot clean.
He sat back on her side of the bed, which had very little space. He pulled his shorts and briefs up and bent down to kiss her on the lips. They kissed a couple of times lightly. He saw the cold cup of coffee and picked it up to take it to the kitchenette to pour her some fresh hot coffee for her.
The time he took to go for coffee and return, Mom had pushed me away. I pulled off reluctantly from her nipple. I had spent a long time on her breast. It had turned all red from my sucking.
Dad came back with another cup, even before Mom had had time to fasten her belt back. She took the coffee cup in her right hand and started sipping. Dad turned and moved to the bathroom. I got up and tried to place myself between her pussy lips. She laughed and kicked me away clearly telling me about a no-go area between her legs.
I got up and set the table for dinner. We had a lovely dinner on the table. We called it our last supper. Mom sat on my lap for the last supper. She was chirpy and giddy. She was in another happy place, and it was not just Vegas.
We chatted about the schedule for the next day and whether we should start early. What was the protocol for tomorrow considering the lockdown? The airBnB checkout with the manager?
We finally settled on the sofa to see TV and catch the news about the lockdown relaxation from the next day onwards. The lockdown had been extended with some stern restrictions but many relaxations. Cities with fewer cases found themselves with some relaxations and cities with more cases, called red zones, found themselves with tougher restrictions. Commercial flights had not been allowed across the US. Our decision to have a private jet lift us off was better in hindsight. Somewhere in Singapore, India, China, or Japan scientists had worked overtime to come up with anti-bodies, and positive vaccine news was in the offing though it was some time away. It was only a matter of time that this war against the virus would be won.
We were good to go.
We retreated to the bed for our last night there.
Mom was buzzed, and when she got up on the bed between Dad and me, she dropped her small gown from her shoulder, briefly held it on her hands before letting it fall further. Her strip show completed as soon as it started because it was all she had been wearing; she was stark naked. She stepped up on the bed on her knees and hands and did a cat prowl towards Dad and kissed him a couple of times.
She then moved to my side, and I suppose it was time for our nude love cuddle. Clearly, was I wrong.
She didn’t bend to lie down. She raised herself on the knees and walked on her knees towards me. Upon reaching near my chest Mom raised one knee and brought it across to my other side. Locking my arms between her knees, they were sealed between her respective thigh and my waist. She continued her knee-walk with one knee on either side and kept going until she had reached my mouth. She held on the headboard of the bed.
Mom dropped herself on my mouth. A slow licking was out of the question. Her pussy lips sealed the kiss with my lips. On touchdown, she moaned out “mmmmmmm.” I dove right in.
I happily went to work. I started licking her lips after the kiss, but that didn’t last as my tongue was forced to go inside her pussy given that she was grinding on my mouth before I could find my rhythm. Finally, I raised my tongue, as far out as possible, and she got what she wanted. Bucking on my tongue as if it was a small cock in her pussy Mom got her first immediate release. She was cumming.
Her pent up desire flowed through her pussy and juices came into my mouth in a clear flow. She hadn’t settled down, before which I went to work inside her pussy and started drilling her pussy with shoves and pushes from my tongue twisting-and-turning inside her. Her first orgasm of the night lasted longer than she had anticipated, and she kept shaking. I licked and licked her juices until there wasn’t any coming out, by that time Mom was whimpering. I knew it was time to up the ante.
I got my tongue to her clitoris, and after flicking it a couple of times I pulled on it with suction force, and before long she was cumming again on me. I didn’t let go. I increased the flicking on her clitoris, and she went wild on my mouth, bucking hard as if she was going to pull me in. With difficulty breathing being one of my impediments, the other was trying to hold her still so I could work my tongue.
Her second orgasm lasted longer than the first, and Mom just went berserk on my mouth. Her legs, which were until then supported by the knees had given up, and Mom sank on my mouth, and I had little moves left except just to flick my embedded tongue on her clitoris. She kept going for the longest time. When she could not take it anymore she fell down in the middle of the bed, awkwardly enough that her head fell towards Dad and landed on his chest. Her legs splayed around, half on me and half off. She just wanted to rest.
I pulled on her hands lightly to straighten her and got her on the pillow. She was whirling in her mind. I pushed my right hand under her neck, reached far out, and got her to rest on my hollow of my elbow. I took my boxers out with my left hand and got the covers on us halfway up. I turned her by bringing my right hand towards me and got her to face me. She was floppy, but I completed our nude love cuddle for her. A minor change only being that she was on my arm instead of the other way round we usually did.
I got her face into my chest and pulled her into me hard with my hands pressing behind her; I pulled her thigh on the outside of my legs and raised mine on the inside of her thighs. Recognizing the move, she pulled her hand behind me on her own. My lips on her forehead, I caressed her lightly and got her to settle down. She was purring like a kitten. I looked over her and saw Dad looking at us expressionless. He had had his jollies, not much to do now, isn’t it?
My dick was rock hard and nestled between her thigh and mine. Every few seconds, my dick would lurch, and Mom’s thigh would flinch.
Once I had her breathing steady, I retreated my thigh a little from between her legs and turned my knee upwards while retaining my leg between hers. The upward angle got her right thigh higher, and my dick was near her pussy. I moved forward to make an entry. Her left hip left the mattress to provide the angle. I lodged my cockhead on her entry and started pushing. The angle was not inclined to provide for rapid fucking but all I wanted was my dick in her and she understood that we must sleep in that position to ensure this bond was solemnly blessed. My cock found depth though not the bottom. I left the cock in, embedded in her pussy, and didn’t do anything to disturb her, agonizing though it was for me. Far too many minutes later her pussy started squeezing me. The pulsing of Mom’s pussy was to get me out of my reverie and signaling to get a move on.
“Oh you tease”, I thought. “I love you.”
I started the hip movement slowly and shoving. In a matter of minutes, the angle lost its relevance because we were both humping forward and back. Mom’s hips supporting me and moving along with mine as if attached to mine at her mound. The thrusts became rapid, but the movement was still a deliciously low tempo. Her panting started to make noises and breathing hard made sure Dad was up. I hissed but made no other noise.
She started bucking her hips when she was near the climax and looked up to me. I looked down in her face and moved my lips down to kiss her. Before I could reach her lips, I started cumming hard in her, and my bursts in her released her into the throes of her own orgasm. By now, I knew enough to not let her come down from there in order to get the maximum pleasure for her. My cock was still releasing in her when she started moaning on her orgasm, and I brought my left hand lower on her ass cheek.
It looked like I was going to lift her thigh for more space, but instead of bringing my hand upwards to her thighs, I changed the direction of my hand down into her crack.
Mom was still quivering when my finger reached her butt hole, and as soon as I touched her hole she went crazy and started moaning even louder and shaking as if to get me to remove my finger. There was no way she was going to be able to do that. I twisted and entered up to my fingernail and I had her gasping. Her orgasm lasted longer and she kept shaking for a good while. I had emptied myself in her but was still hard.
Mom had collapsed on my arm, remaining in my cuddle with her thigh-high on my hip and my cock in her and my finger in her butt hole. To get her comfortable I pulled out of her butt but not out of her pussy clearly telling her I was not done. Belatedly I started the hip roll to have my cock twitch. She responded with a flinch. Not ready for another round. I twitched my cock in her again to signal I was having none of it.
I rolled her on my arm to lay her straight on her back. I also pulled my arm out from below her neck, my cock popping out. Even though her pussy signals were to the contrary her face signaled a whine saying – why did you pull out?
I rose in between her legs and spread them at the knee level and made space for entry. I dived in her cock first and got on top of the full length of her body. My dicks entry in her to the hilt was no problem anymore with buckets of lubrication floating. I reached the bottom and then moved my mouth on hers. Our lips met for a kiss and I brought my elbows to the mattress and then caught both her hands in mine. I dragged her hands with mine over the top of her head into the headboard. Mom’s raised hands held tightly in my hands made her open her eyes wide and look into my face.
I was grinding my groin in Mom, slow and steady, making my presence felt inside her. I distributed my weight on my knees between her legs and my forearms above her while holding her hands. Mom’s raised arms above her ensured she had no control left. Her breasts mashed into me, and her legs began to fold behind me. Once we had our position we held each other for a long time in position with just my pelvis playing, and then I changed to move my hips in fuck motion.
It was the slowest fuck I have ever had. With both of us spent, it was lovemaking like no other. A pace so excruciatingly slow, that I swear the dead would have risen.
I brought my face down on Mom’s, and we started kissing. The tongues making love to each other’s mouths forgot there is another bond already in place between us at our groins. Her hands were released from my grip over her.
Our kisses lasted longer, each exploring dimensions in the other’s mouth not earlier felt. The kissing led to panting because of lack of breath, and that made us increase the pace of the lovemaking until we realized we didn’t want to pace it and slowed it down with tremendous effort. That brought our faces closer and another round of kisses restarted the loop.
I lasted the longest I have ever lasted in a pussy, ever. On her part, Mom had the capability gifted by god to keeping cumming interminably and to complement that she kept moaning on.
When I came inside Mom after a long time, it was like an eruption I had never felt before. I let loose a fire hose in Mom and squirted all around in her pussy. She started convulsing along with me, and she tightened her hold behind me almost making me unable to move. Her teeth clenched on my shoulder, and she almost dug blood from them with her teeth.
We slept in each other’s arms, side by side. When did my dick had come out of her I could not say, but I was out to the world. My mom too was lost in her sleep, too tired to even dream.
Going home
Mom and I woke up in each other’s arms. She was up before me and kept looking into my face not wanting to move too much in order not to wake me. But tingles in her skin signaled to me that she was up. I opened my eyes and saw her looking at me. Our eyes locked, and we kept talking with our eyes assuring each other of our love for each other.
We went in for a kiss and then again and then again. Then Mom pushed me away. Signal received. Go brush, you idiot.
I didn’t want to repulse her with my breath in her mouth, but I can do other wonderful stuff with it. I lowered myself on her neck and kissed it and wanted to get lower on her breast, and she stopped me. Requesting me to please let her be. I smiled and complied. I turned her around and let her lay on her back. I got on top of her and slowly kissed my way down – clearly intending to go away once I was off from her toes.
I reached Mom’s neck and spent some time there. Reached her chest and spent some time there. I reached her breast and sent some time there. When I reached her nipple, with her help my pace going down her body slowed. I spent extra time there. And I pulled down to go to her belly and stayed there for a bit. Went to her mound and got lost in the sparse forest. I got out on the other end and found her pussy, and instead of going down further, I went down into her. My lips sealed a kiss with her nether lips. My tongue entered her, and I had her squirming.
Mom held my head with both her hands. She pulled me in, and under no way was she now letting me go. I went to business, and instead of taking it slow with licks and tongue, I went after her clitoris straight away. I blew on it, and then I pulled on it with my lips, and she started releasing liquid along with moans.
I flicked it with my tongue and had Mom cumming. I had her wailing along with her convulsions, and I brought my finger up and entered her pussy with two fingers going in. Her moans became louder. I started increasing the push and pull of my fingers, and she was now louder. I didn’t want her to orgasm yet. She was still squirming when I picked on my intended journey, I went down by kissing her thighs and then her knees and her angle and her feet and then ended at her toes. I sucked on her toes, and she kept on squirming. I stood on the foot of the bed, ready to dive back onto her, now that I had her willing.
Just then I heard the click on the bathroom door, Dad was coming out just then, and I was buck-naked standing on the foot of the bed, Mom was squirming on the bed. Before the bathroom door opened, I had picked up my boxers, and at least the impression he got was that I was getting up and fixing my boxers. I looked down at Mom lying down still but turned away from him, and then looked up at Dad and started walking towards the bathroom, barely having pulled up my boxers.
Again I took the longest time to get ready. When I came out Mom was sitting with a cup of coffee in hand and her back on the bed backrest. Her shoulders carried the small silk robe, but she couldn’t be bothered to shut it or tighten the belt around her waist. Her breasts peaked out every lift she made of the cup, and her legs folded at knee already showed enough leg, and if I were to stand in front of her I could see into her pussy. I could feel the sexual energy in her like I had not seen anyone carry. She was like a sexual being.
Dad was gathering stuff from around the studio apartment. He was ready to go. I started packing as soon as I got out. I was still doing the packing when Mom rose to go to the bathroom to get ready. She took an hour to get ready. Mom came out dressed in a beautiful dress we hadn’t seen her wear on this trip. Wonder why she had kept it on hold all the while. It was a navy blue dress with a white collar. It had a big zipper in white color contrasting the dress and matching its collar, on the front of her dress going right up to the hem of the dress, and the length of the dress went until her knees. Her knees showed her legs were bare. Her heels were low. She looked ravishing. The dress held her every curve with love, until her hips and her thighs.
Dad and I both looked at her. Dad said before me… “you look wonderful dear”
I said… “yes Mom, you look beautiful”
“Thank you, gentlemen” she responded with modesty.
Mom’s bags took the longest to pack. She skipped breakfast while Dad and I had some toast and coffee.
We were out of the apartment before half-past twelve after having cleared with the Manager upstairs and thanked him for everything. He was still stuck on apologizing for the inconvenience it must have been to us because of one bed and one couch.
Dad told him… “make nothing of it. We managed well enough.”
We had a separate check-in facility for private jets and screenings with thermal scanning thermometers were taken to ensure no sick passenger was flying. The captain welcomed us on board.
I was pepped up for my first private jet, and Dad took me on a tour along with the Captain. The jet had four single big recliner seats in the front-facing each other immediately on entry. Behind these, it had two 2-seater couch seats, like a sofa both nudged against each side of the plane. After that, was a curtain and then a small toilet on one side and a small pantry on the other, followed by a slim shutter door behind. The door opened to a small size double bed. At the far end of the bed was some cargo hold. Of course in the front was the cockpit, and I took a tour there as well and saw all the gadgets and a million buttons.
We had a blonde air hostess who was in the mid-twenties and wearing a small skirt and top. Not that it was a competition, but even with her age, Mom would have taken her to the cleaners in the beauty department.
To share my excitement, Mom sat opposite me, and Dad sat across the aisle. I faced towards the back of the aircraft, and they both faced forward.
Within minutes of takeoff, I changed my head position to look at Mom. I admired her beauty and her grace and her dress sense. Having seen her in all her naked self, her dressing up was even more exquisite.
The air hostess pampered us with champagne and caviar and crackers even before we had reached the cruising level. In the next hour, we were served the best lunch possible in the air, made especially at our request by the air hostess.
I finished lunch and continued to discuss the aircraft from across the aisle. The Captain wished us well mid-flight on the microphone and shared flight details. For our in-flight entertainment, they had tons of options, and on the personal multimedia pod in each chair, we could see whatever we wanted. I remembered the TV in front of the bed at the back of the plane and thought of taking Mom to the back of the plane on the bed to watch some movies together in each other’s arms.
With two hours of the flight behind us, the lights were dimmed the curtain behind us was permanently drawn, and the air hostess would appear only when we pinged to call her. Dad nodded off, and Mom and I continued to chat about the vacation. I spoke in a low tone and conveyed my appreciation to her “Mom, I had the most wonderful time on this vacation. I have never enjoyed getting grounded so much.”
She laughed and responded… “me too. I loved it totally. The pool was nice.”
I smiled, took the pun with grace. There was no need to get mushy. We both knew the time we had together was going to be unforgettable for all of us, Dad included. What awaited us home, only God knew or Mom.
Looking into my eyes, Mom saw something. She came in for a close examination. She stood up from her seat and came to mine, bent forward to give a very close examination to my eyes, and kiss me on the lips. Then she raised herself on the lap and sat on my thighs, side saddle towards the aisle.
Not bothering with anything around me, I took her in my arms. She looped her hands around my shoulder, holding on my shoulder to support her to sit. Her back rested in my raised right arm, which locked grip to her shoulder on her right, opposite me, and my left hand went up and also found her right shoulder to complete the loop.
We were in another lover’s lock, and we started our kissing and necking. One kiss followed the other. Then it went into another. Then into another. And then another. By the tenth kiss, I was sucking on her tongue like we were in an isolated apartment and hidden from the world. Our kisses grew aggressive. She sucked my tongue in return, and we exchanged plenty of kisses.
Somewhere in the middle of that Dad got up and went to the bathroom. He pulled the curtain back up when he went in, alerting with some sound which was different from ours, alerting us differently. I saw in Mom’s eye, something had clicked in her mind, or she had remembered something. Mom got up from above me. I resisted, but she persisted. I saw her reach up to the zipper and held it in between her fingers and slowly dragged it down. The full-length zipper took forever to come down to the hem of her dress. It was irresistible for me to hold back, I took one the control of the zipper from her waist and dragged it down, revealing her blue thong panties.
Looking up, I saw matching blue bra on her, and the front of the dress open like a long overcoat. Mom went ahead with purpose and put her hands in the panty band and started pulled it down. I helped. She made me unbuckle and pulled my jeans to my thighs along with my boxer. My boner was hard and standing at attention. Having realized the game plan, I hastened with the jeans.
Mom’s panties still in her hand she reclaimed her seat with knees on both my sides, and her pussy enveloped my hard dick into her. Her climb down on my cock was smooth and heavenly. She was leaking way too much to provide friction. I sank in comfortably.
By the time Dad came back to his chair, Mom was sitting facing forward in my direction and atop my cock with churning her pussy on my in cowgirl motion, but slowly. The flair of her dress behind her covered any sign of my jeans on my thighs and also of her missing panties, but one would look at her front it would give a different view altogether. To hide that view, her face went back to business on mine, and we exchanged another hundred kisses from lips to the forehead to neck and back up inside each other’s mouths. Her pussy and her hips continued their grind on my cock in a slow steady motion. She was doing a faint ass roll, which she was capable of without moving her top half.
After a long while, I started the grind from below and had her squirming. Her panties hadn’t left her hand. She remembered that and threw it in the general direction of Dad. The fuck was no longer inconspicuous, if we thought it was to Dad, we were in a fool’s paradise. Mom was humping me, and I was grinding. My hands went up to her breasts and started the squeeze from inside the lapels of the dress but outside her bra. I rolled her nipples from above her bra. She started cumming on me. She let loose a loud moan but not loud enough to alert our air hostess. I kissed her to muffle her moan.
I willed myself to hold back. I didn’t want it to end. I let her settle down.
We cuddled for a long time. Mom continued to sit on my lap with her knees outside my legs and feet bent lower. I stayed in her for some time, and she got into action again. She came forward – with a press of a couple of buttons in my hand-rest the chair started reclining. I had the chair go back until it was way back but not completely straight as a bed – she half-laughed and fell on top of me and her breasts resting on my chest, her face into mine and our lips locked. Her arms raised and elbows on my shoulders hands going up on top of my head, which was by then resting on the chair’s backrest. My hands went up behind her and on her buttocks from above her dress. We kept kissing and sucking tongue, and one of my hands came back on her back to her shoulder to keep her pressure on me. She started rolling her hips again.
She shifted her neck right to face Dad and asked him, “Barry, would you be kind enough to please pull a blanket on me. I’d like to rest.”
Dad had his mouth open in disbelief, and he stood to bring a blanket on her back. When he opened the blanket on her back from the bottom of my knees to high on her back way up her shoulders, it completely covered her and any proof of our incestuous union at our naked groins.
He went and sat back on his seat. My dick felt the heat emanating from her pussy. Her juices were leaking on my dick. Mom knew I was rock-hard could pop any second if she took it too hard on me. She was happy working it up for me, slowly and kept teasing me. She ground her hips into my dick ever so slowly, and the faint thrusts of her hips repeated every few seconds. Her mouth was on mine trying to suck the life from my mouth. We kissed like it was a lazy Sunday afternoon at home. Leisurely and softly and time on our hand. With her pussy rotating on my dick it would be impossible for me to explode soon. My dick was going up into her, reaching new depths.
In minutes that passed, Mom was working her hip, and I lowered myself, leaving her mouth for a little while; I didn’t want to cum yet. My cock came back out almost to an inch in her, and with Mom’s next downward rotation of her hip she took my cock in completely. It became a new composition for us, and we repeated that over and over again. She was not going to stop. She maintained the same motion, and every time would go in about three fourth lengths in her. She kept the rotation going on, and the depth of my penetration kept changing with her hip rotation. I raised a couple of inches upwards and reached her lips, and we kissed while we made love. In full frontal embrace.
I didn’t want to cum neither did Mom. We kept going for a long session, and there came a time that it became impossible for me to hold back. I looked at her in her eyes and conveyed my wish. Her eyes were loaded with lust and desire. She couldn’t have waited any longer herself. She humped me hard. I started releasing cum in her; her head fell back on my chest and looked in Dad’s direction, and she started cumming like a nobody’s business. She was convulsing and cumming while looking in Dad’s eyes. She didn’t shout moans but her spasms told me of her orgasm’s intensity.
We lay like that for a long while. Long after my dick had gone soft, and Mom went limp whimpering on me. Her head resting on my chest, eyes closed. Her legs had gone soft on the knees and she stretched her legs down and on the footrest of my recliner seat. She stretched to lay on me prone full length under the blanket. My hands were on her back above the blanket ensuring we didn’t lose the blanket. She slept for about half an hour on me like that. Long after the air hostess came and asked on her own if we needed anything. We hadn’t been calling her for anything anyways. Seeing Mom sleep on me she simply stepped back to the pantry.
With an hour and a half of the flight left, Mom got up and zipped herself fully from the front. She went to the bathroom. She cleaned up and went back to the bedroom and called Dad. Moments later the small door shut behind them.
Mom lowered herself on the edge of the bed. She sat and got Dad to stand in front of her and unbuckled him. She pulled his shirt out of the trousers and pulled his boxers down. His dick popped out immediately, only half-hard now. She started to kiss it and lick its bottom as if in a hurry or as if she was hungry.
Once Mom had him grunting, and rock hard, she backed off. He thought he’d lay another load in her mouth. Instead, she pulled him to the bed and made him lie down on his back. When Dad was on his back she pushed him all the way back and until his head to the pillow. She unzipped her dress again completely. she didn’t stop there and got the dress off from her shoulders as well. Then she removed her bra. Having given him the panties while fucking me, she was not wearing any now.
Mom changed her position to ride him. She climbed on top of his legs with one leg on either side. Completely naked, thirty-five thousand above sea level. He raised his hands to bring her down on his face, and they kissed passionately. His dick rested on her mound, and she started her hip rotation. He grunted in her mouth. Knowing he won’t last long she needed to work on him to slow him down. She kept him out but raised her mound to roll her pussy on his cock. Her breasts dangling out in the open in front of him went hypnotizing him. His hands came up to maul her breasts and squeeze them like lemons. His fingers working the nipples and tweaked them. Her own passion going up.
After an agonizing delay, while his edge had come off, her horniness was up many notches. She dropped her hips into his cock and brought him in her. With just a direction of an inch into her, he found the rest of the way to bottom into her.
Within minutes of rapid bucking both of them were close to cumming, and both were panting and grunting. Mom rocked her hips faster, and it took no more than a couple of more minutes for both of them to start cumming together. Mom closed her eyes, and she cocked her head towards her husband. She climaxed with a loud shudder. Dad kept his grunts going. And in moments that passed, they both laid in each other arms. The pose was the same as half an hour back outside with her son but now she had her husband in her arms. How crazy was this, she thought.
All three of us had entered the mile-high club on the same day, on the same flight, and with each other. Nothing could be better.
Dad came out first, and Mom joined them well after the captain’s announcement that we were descending towards Newark airport and should touch down in fifteen minutes. Mom came back barefoot and sat across me in the same seat we had taken off in. I offered her the drink I had in my hand. She needed the dehydration liquids. She drank up and smiled at me, sitting across from me.
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Hi Reader, I wrote this story at the first wave covid lockdown. I would really, really like to read your feedback, comments. – ❤️️ Author
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