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On Sunday, Mom, Dad, and I were on the patio when Mom brought up the subject, "Gordie, I think if you are going to aim for the scholarship, you must also start preparing for the SATs."

 

I had no exit from that. "I will, Mom, Soon." I thought about it and was about to say something but stopped.

 

For the next few weeks, Mom and I had upped the game on the court and also inside the shower and post-shower. One day when I was feeling extra cocky, she wrapped her hand around my cock and got me climaxing within a minute. On another occasion, she brought her mouth so close to my cock that I was about to blow in her face. Then she bent forward and kissed the top of my dick, right on the crown. I started shooting. Mom directed my spewing cock towards her mouth. Without even giving me a blow job, she took most of my jizz inside her mouth and some on her chin.

 

Halfway through the winter, Mom cut down our twice-a-week tennis to once a week. Both she and I knew I also needed more free time to slot my SAT preparation into my schedule.

 

Stan too had enthusiastically enrolled for the extra classes for SAT.

 

On a Wednesday, two days before Christmas, we were at the club for our last tennis session of that year. Before changing the schedule to once a week from the subsequent week and New Year, Mom brought her head down on my cock and gave me a full blow job. My mind-blowing Mom changed our relationship a full hundred eighty degrees. Before that day, it was all me doing things with her. Apart from a hand job, she hadn't really gone sexual yet. I reckoned, that even in the books of law, this meant we were having oral sex.

 

At home, Mom was a perfect mother to me. Undoubtedly Stan got the bulk of her attention at home, but I had little to complain. The sibling rivalry was no longer tense, but we were competing. In my mind, I was miles ahead of Stan and at times felt a bit considerate whenever he needed help in anything, though he was now usually way too proud to ask for help.

 

Our tennis took some extra days off during the winter, especially a couple of times when it snowed. Mom wasn't the kind to get bogged down by a little bit of snow, she was more outdoorsy than Dad any day. However, on those days I studied extra hard, and made up for the lost hours I had spent slacking.

 

Towards the end of the semester, significant changes unfolded. I received my first SAT score, an impressive 2320 out of 2400, including a perfect 800 in Math. With such high scores, securing admission to top-tier colleges seemed like a given. Dad, Mom, and I were all well aware of the opportunities this presented.

 

Furthermore, I had begun receiving initial calls from colleges in Alabama and Georgia, expressing interest in offering me a football scholarship.

 

My academic grades were consistently stellar, all A's across the board. Surprisingly, Stan had achieved almost the same level of academic success.

 

Around the end of March, spring break commenced. Mom and I had slipped to playing tennis twice a month since January.

 

I attempted to negotiate for more frequent tennis sessions, suggesting to Mom over dinner one January evening, "Mom, now that the snow has cleared, perhaps we can resume playing tennis twice a week?"

 

Her response was a deft deflection. "Gordie, I believe you need to dedicate extra hours to achieving the right SAT scores first. There will be plenty of time for tennis afterward."

 

The look in Mom's eyes left no room for argument. From that month onward, our weekly tennis sessions dwindled to just twice a month, with Mom offering various excuses every Friday.

 

Nevertheless, I had delivered on my academic goals, or at least I was halfway there. Mom couldn't have been more pleased, and she made no secret of it. Stan had also performed well on his first attempt, although his scores lagged mine.

 

On the first Sunday of our week-long spring break, Mom surprised me by suggesting, "I think we can play tennis every day this week. The weather's nice, and you could use some breather from studying."

 

I was thrilled, though I tried my best to temper my excitement in front of Dad and Stan.

 

Later, on Monday afternoon, we hit the courts earlier than usual, around four o'clock. Despite the harsh sun, we managed to play for an hour.

 

Motivated by the post-game showers, I had been pushing hard during our games. The sooner we finished, the sooner we could head for the showers. So, less rallies. On the flip side, this strategy not only benefited me but also led to a significant improvement in Mom's game. Our matches became sharper, and Mom proved to be a challenging opponent.

 

After our game that Monday evening, we headed to the club's office building, where Mom collected the keys. I couldn't help but wonder why we always received room number 9 for our short stays and showers, but I decided not to inquire for now. There were more pressing matters occupying my thoughts.

 

Mom once again allowed me to join her in the shower. That was a new normal for us now. I would almost always cum between her pussy lips, either on her slit or aiming inwards. On that Monday, Mom let me play with her to my heart's content. Not surprisingly, as a result, my dick was bursting-level erect. I kissed her plenty in the shower and we played tongue for quite a while.

 

When I was taking the usual path of letting my cock slide on Mom's pussy, she nudged me and said, "Let's go inside."

 

I was amazed. Did that mean we were going to move to the next level, or did it mean we were taking a step back. I would find out soon.

 

Mom had barely stepped out of the shower when she stopped. Usually, after she had climaxed in the shower, I would habitually pick her up and carry her to the bed to dry her off and play some more. Even though she had not climaxed that day, she still wanted to ride my arms to the bed.

 

Mom looked towards me coyly and I beamed a 1000-watt smile before lifting her off her feet and carrying her out of the bathroom towards the bed. Her face automatically found my neck and she kissed me until I had laid her on the bed.

 

I scrambled for a towel and proceeded to dab her dry and kiss every part of her that I had toweled.

 

Under the warm shower I had sucked her tits, and on the bed kissing and sucking her freshly washed breasts was distinctly pleasant. Baby-soft and smooth skin of her plump tits was something else. It was a mind-blowing experience.

 

I dabbed every inch of her tits and cleared them with my tongue again and then cleaned them with the towel once more. I spent extra time on her nipples which, to my mind, specifically needed special attention.

 

I dabbed and cleared Mom's tummy and as usual, moved lower on her pussy mound to dab and kiss it. Her legs were slightly apart.

 

To my surprise, instead of shutting her thighs off usually when I had reached her pussy mound, Mom opened her legs a little. That was an invitation I would not let go of.

 

I shuffled and moved lower and rested on my elbow and used my left hand to towel her glistening pussy lips. For obvious reasons, it was not going to be easy cleaning that. I nudged her thighs further apart, and she complied.

 

I was not going to say no to the gift. If anything, I was going to go open it.

 

I hastily moved between Mom's legs and pushed myself lower until my legs were hanging off the bed and my head between her thighs. Mom obliged by opening her legs some more. I could plainly see her pussy lips pulsing, juice from it was glistening on the lips mixed with some leftover water.

 

She did not need a towel in my opinion, and I decided to clean her with my tongue. Mom was possibly expecting me to do just that. Almost sensing my move, her pussy lips pulsed invitingly, and her butt moved a little in anticipation. Her hands, quivering, lowered to reach her thighs undecided how to respond to my move.

 

Despite being desperate to jump in, at that moment I was bestowed with a sense of calm. I smiled and looked towards Mom's beckoning pussy. I soaked in her perfume, closing my eyes to savor the smell. I made a noise inhaling Mom's pussy mixed smell of water, flowery soap, and the distinct smell of pre-cum. From up close, I had never admired a pussy -- eaten Janet's pussy, yes, admired her pussy, no.

 

I loved looking at Mom's pussy. With each passing moment, the pulsing on her pussy lips increased. It was as if her lips were throbbing with blood, calling me on. Mom's hands moved inwards on her thighs and then stopped, hesitating if she should just pull my head.

 

I smiled and blew on Mom's pussy. Mom shivered instantly and I could hear a faint purr from Mom's throat.

 

I continued to blow slowly on her as if that was a technique to dry her pussy lips of water droplets. On the contrary, her pussy was opening up and glistening some more.

 

I loved the cause and effect of what I was doing. Instead of diving forward into her pussy, I leaned right and kissed the inside of her thigh. Mom twitched at this complete digression on my part. I wasn't playing by the book. But she loved it. Her thighs quivered but did not move away. I kissed her thighs tenderly and repeatedly before shifting to the other thigh. I alternated and moved forward at the same time until I reached the meeting point high on her thighs.

 

Yet again, to tease her some more, I kissed an inch above her pussy. Mom was going to go crazy in anticipation. She did not want to wait any longer and raised her butt. My lips met her pussy lips. I kissed them, welcoming the touch, and got accustomed to a new sensation. Mom wasn't going to wait for my drama and brought her hands behind my head and pulled me inside her pussy. Then she gave a nice long moan of appreciation, "mmmmmm," sighing in relief.

 

For the next almost twenty minutes, I stayed there, kissed, and licked her plenty. Mom had spasmed within the first fifteen seconds, but I did not relent until I had another of her orgasms. And then after a long bout of tonguing ended the assault when she had delivered me a third climax. I drilled for every drop of her juice and cleaned every corner of her pussy, inside and out with my tongue to taste her -- My Mom.

 

Just as Mom had pulled me inside her pussy, it was her hands that pushed me away because she could take no more.

 

I reluctantly obliged Mom and kissed every inch of the straight line between her pussy lips and her face, until my tongue was back inside her -- this time in her mouth.

 

My cock was at breaking point and Mom realized that too, mostly because it was causing quite a kerfuffle near her pussy, trying to break boundaries.

 

Mom had given me her pussy, but not yet for my cock. She had let me enter her pussy with my tongue, but my cock would have to wait its turn. I kind of had an idea for how long. But you can't blame a man for trying -- most certainly not a hormone-driven nineteen-year-old.

 

After a little bit of maneuvering, I happily railed my thick erection along Mom's slippery slit. It would not take me ten slides to start shooting.

 

I settled for the next best thing. First, I removed my lips from her neck then I pulled my body off Mom until I was resting my butt on my heels. My cock remained in contact with her pussy but was angling forward and upward now. Instead of nestling the entire shaft on her pussy lengthwise, I aimed my crown at Mom's entrance.

 

I barely had seconds before I would have let go. I held my dick and rolled the crown of my cock on her pussy inside her pussy lips. I was in the folds of inexplicable bliss. I felt like I was on the threshold of heaven and going to spurt. I stopped just as the opening on top of my crown was right at her pussy's entrance, a fraction of an inch inside her pussy lips. I reminded myself -- 'all I have to do is shove forward and my cock will be deep inside Mom. Just at that thought my cock started spewing jizz and it started to go inside her. All I had to do was hold my hose steady.

 

I let out a guttural cry, imagining things that were still to happen in my life.

 

Mom was convulsing but she managed to hold still lest her moves trigger a new course.

 

My cock thrust string after string, I held my cock still and inside Mom's lips with just the crown opening her pussy. Every drop was delivered home, Every drop.

 

Mom lowered her butt before I fell forward. That popped my dick off her pussy. I fell forward and on top of Mom with my face on her chest, my left cheek between her tits. Both of us were panting.

 

Mom moved her fingers through my hair lovingly stroking my head.

 

Mom had shown tremendous confidence in me when she left me holding my cock at the opening of her pussy. I felt responsible at that moment and somehow also proud.

 

I might have been playing games with her, but this was her chess board, her rules.

 

For the remainder of the week until Saturday, we went back to play tennis daily. And we maintained our rigorous routine, repeating each day's post-tennis activities with unwavering determination.

 

On Sunday, Mom prepared a special Easter meal consisting of chicken, complemented by corned beef, cabbage salad, and floury potatoes.

 

After our hearty meal, the family relaxed together, and we talked lots about the future. Most of the discussion was around Stan. He had all but declared that he was not interested in leaving town for college. He would stay local and at home.

 

I approached my preparations with renewed vigor. Spending several hours studying each day, I began to relish the satisfaction of staying ahead in the academic race.

 

My grades continued to improve the following semester, earning me more A-pluses alongside straight A's.

 

The high school football season concluded on a high note with our team reaching the state finals. Despite our eventual loss to a formidable team from Mobile, Alabama, it marked the furthest our school had ever advanced in the state championships.

 

In the days leading up to the finals, I received offers from three colleges, each offering full football scholarships.

 

As expected, I proudly paraded around the house with the letters in hand, basking in the excitement of my achievements.

 

Dad was proud of me as hell, "Well done Son." "Really proud of you." "Well deserved."

 

Mom too showed lots of encouragement, hugging me she exclaimed, "This is brilliant, honey. I knew you could do it."

 

"thanks Mom, thanks Dad." I was overjoyed.

 

Stan too congratulated me and bought me and our friends a round of beer that weekend.

 

Three weeks later, our finals came to an end, and we eagerly awaited what lay ahead. It had been a month and a half since Mom, and I last played tennis.

 

After the finals, as each day passed, tension seemed to build within the family. Despite my typically easygoing demeanor, the current atmosphere felt palpably tense. No one commented on it, but the strain was evident.

 

In those days of waiting, Dad expressed, "Son, whether you receive a scholarship or not doesn't matter. You can attend any college you choose, and I'll cover the expenses for you and Stan."

 

Stan chimed in, "But Dad, Gordie already has a football scholarship."

 

"I know," Dad acknowledged. "Assuming he doesn't get the scholarship for the college of his choice, I want both of you to understand that it's not about the scholarship but about the path you choose. Your Mom and I have planned for this and will stand behind your decision."

 

I appreciated his sentiment. Our parents had been planning for our college education for a long time, and it wasn't solely about financial matters. However, I couldn't bring myself to voice my thoughts.

 

With school out of session, we spent plenty of time at home. I had already submitted eight college applications and received two offers almost instantly. These were in addition to the football scholarships. Stan had submitted the same number of applications and received one offer so far.

 

One afternoon, Mom suggested, "Gordie, let's go play some tennis."

 

Despite not being in the mood, I couldn't refuse Mom's request. I looked at her, conveying my internal conflict. With a subtle nod and a pleading expression, she convinced me to agree.

 

Mom had good intentions; she wanted to lift my spirits by getting me out of the house. Playing tennis followed by our customary shower and games would typically have been music to my ears. However, knowing what awaited me afterward left me feeling edgy. It wasn't that I was feeling down, but the mounting anticipation had me on edge.

 

It was a warm Wednesday afternoon. June 9, 2010.

 

Mom and I reached the court and found the club fairly busy. The summer had got a lot of folks out and about.

 

We played for less than half an hour. Mom could see my heart was not in it.

 

We barely managed to finish our first set, Mom suggested, "honey, should we call it quits. Maybe hit the showers?"

 

I smiled.

 

Coming out had changed my mood somewhat for the better, but showering and playing with Mom post that was going to be a lot better.

 

Mom picked the room key, and we were inside room number 9 ten minutes later.

 

I sat on the usual sofa chair I would take and waited for Mom to go into the shower before I could join her. Instead, Mom started to take her clothes off in the bedroom itself. Seeing me stir, she looked at me and smiled.

 

"Honey, can you help me with this?" It was the first time she had asked me to help take her clothes off. I guess my success rate for getting them on had not been a dampener.

 

I had remained reserved but that was fading with each passing minute, or I should say, my interest was reviving each passing minute.

 

I stood in front of Mom and instead of touching her clothes, I took her face in my hand. I made her look me in the eye and with as genuine an appreciation as I could muster, I said, "Thank you, Mom." And then added, "I love you the most, Mom."

 

Mom with her misty eyes responded with, "I love you way more," and both of us chuckled.

 

Then I dropped my face onto hers and kissed her politely. The kiss went on to the next and then the next, until I had my tongue in her mouth, and we were passionately kissing like it was our first kiss.

 

I was not hungry for Mom, I was kissing her like I meant it, like I should have been kissing her. My kisses were languorous and loving.

 

I helped Mom get out of her clothes and she helped me out of mine. We were under the shower but never stopped kissing. My hands were caressing her head, her neck, her back, and her ass. Hers held on to my back and one arm held my head as if she was worried I might take my lips away from hers.

 

We moved to the bed. I did not need to carry her to the bed that evening. We were walking with our faces into each other's. If Mom was moving forward, I was walking backward. If I was moving forward, Mom was walking backward. We disconnected only when the bed hit the back of my knees and I fell back.

 

I laid back on the bed, legs hanging off the side. I wanted to move up and push myself up on the bed, but Mom pulled her hand forward. Mom stopped me, her fingers touched my chest as she signaled me to hold on.

 

She seemed to have found me in a convenient position. Planting her knee on the corner of the bed next to my hip, Mom climbed the bed. Then pushing up and forward, she got her other knee up and parked it on my other side, next to my hip.

 

Mom was perfectly perched, sitting on her knees with her pussy lips aligned to my cock. Was I going to get it? My cock was aiming in the perfect direction -- standing tall and looking towards Mom's pussy.

 

Mom lowered herself below my cock and got her pussy lips to settle on the base of my cock near my balls.

 

I gave a delighted, "WOW."

 

Mom moved an inch to the left to ensure her pussy lips were open, and the slit was layering along my cock that she had squeezed on my belly with her weight.

 

Mom closed her eyes to feel the cock before moving forward on my cock. I admired Mom's form as she rode my cock on the outside. From my position, I saw an angel of love with her unbound affection. I was used to having my cock run like a rail on her slit, and that was the first time Mom was running her pussy lips on my cock. I loved it. Bolts of current traveled all through me.

 

Mom and I both sighed in our mutual pleasure.

 

The pleasure was compounded by the additional stimulation of seeing Mom move forward and back as she sat upright, her tits jutting out. One of her hands was in her hair, trying to figure out something while her other hand was parked on my belly.

 

Mom bucked forward and back very slowly, squeezing my cock between her pussy lips and my belly.

 

Mom's pussy was leaking sufficient juice on my cock to deny any sort of friction imaginable. Mom raised her hand from my chest and lifted it to her tits, rubbing and squeezing. With each of her thrusts, her tits responded, making wavy moves.

 

Mom cooed her delight.

 

With all the lubricant her pussy was discharging, Mom greased every inch of my cock. Before I could cum, Mom decided to change direction. She slowed to a crawl so her moves would calm both of us down. Mom was preparing herself for more.

 

When she felt comfortable that her edge had subsided, Mom wobbled forward, knees on my sides. When she reached near my head, she lowered her pussy on my mouth without warning. I knew what was expected of me, but I had no space for maneuverability. I did the next best thing. I sent my tongue inside her.

 

Mom wiggled in pleasure and moaned out loud, "mmmmmmooooo."

 

My hands held her hips, to steady her, and I played with my tongue inside her, darting it around to find pleasure spots inside her pussy.

 

Mom was writhing in pleasure in no time. I improved my grip on her hips.

 

I lapped up all the juices she was producing and gulped them down.

 

Mom shook wildly.

 

When I realized she was close to cumming, I redirected the tip of my tongue to her clit. The moment I flicked her nub, Mom started convulsing and jerking. I had to hold her steady on her hips, but she was trembling like there was no tomorrow.

 

I flicked some more and then pulled on her clit with the little grip I got with my lips. Mom shuddered to an orgasm as elaborate as I had seen on her.

 

Mom wailed, "gooooo.... ooodddd....mouuuuummmmmm." She was uttering unintelligible words that signaled her state at the moment.

 

I did not let her fall off and continued my attack with my tongue, only slowing down once I felt her limbs go limp and the tense muscles relax on her thighs around my head.

 

Once Mom had settled down, instead of sliding off my head she slowly moved her butt downwards where she had started.

 

She left my face very wet, smacked of her juices.

 

As she retreated her pussy back on my cock, Mom squeezed it again between my belly and her pussymound. Residual liquid dripped from her pussy, lubricating my cock all over again. She didn't buck or move for a while. Mom relaxed with her breasts squished on my ribs and her head on my chest.

 

I pulled my hand behind her and fondled her hair. Then I bent forward to kiss her on the head. Mom lay on top of me embracing me to catch her breath.

 

I was happy to let her relax for a few minutes and brought my other hand behind her to stroke her back and her shoulders.

 

Mom, it seems, did not need a minute. She raised her head and looked me in the eyes. The same sparkle that spoke to my soul. She smiled and said, "I love you, honey."

 

I replied, "I love you way more." Her smile broadened.

 

Mom raised her upper body from my chest using her hand to push up. Her pussy was already lined with my rock-hard cock. Mom did not remove her eyes from mine.

 

Mom lifted her butt off my cock, and I felt my cock spring up towards her pussy, as if it too was not wanting Mom's pussy to move away. Mom cocked her hip from one side. She moved her hand between our bodies and snaked below to get a hold of my cock. All the liquid she was dumped on my cock must have made a gooey mess on my cock. Her hand felt it. Mom maintained eye contact.

 

Mom straightened my cock towards her pussy lips. Her eyes spoke to mine and told me what she was going to go for.

 

Mom planted the crown of my dick on her pussy opening and started to move down. The pleasure of my cock entering her made her want to close her eyes to savor the pleasure, but she resisted as much as she could, and her half-closed eyes looked into mine.

 

I did not dare move my hips up, Mom kept lowering her pussy on my cock until she was half the way in. As if rethinking, she halted and saw the pleasure on my face. Mom smiled. She relished the feeling of my cock inside her. Then she lowered further and stopped only when she had all of me inside her.

 

I was in heaven and so was Mom. And even there we were making love.

 

Mom made her inner pussy muscles contract and squeezed my cock a little. I felt her pussy pull me from inside.

 

In response, I jerked my dick as much as I could inside her pussy.

 

Only when both of us were unable to control the urges did we start to move, or should I say Mom started to move.

 

Ideally, I should have been pistoning her like a machine, but there was this sense of meditative calm in me that made me make love to Mom unhurriedly. I should have been cumming, but I felt very controlled.

 

"Mmmm..mmmm," was it me or was it her, or was it both of us, I couldn't say.

 

Mom started the bucking slowly and in time she picked up the pace and started to move forward and back - in the process got her pussy off my cock more than halfway and then back in.

 

Mom tried a variety of ways to buck and jerk, slow and fast which enhanced her pleasure and took her back to the hilt.

 

"Hhhhunnnh... huuunnnhhh," Mom started to hiss and moan, a signal she was going to orgasm and would be doing it with my cock inside her.

 

I knew I could not hold any further myself. Seeing Mom buck wildly, with her tits bouncing like balloons I was going nuts.

 

In the end, it was me who gave in first, shooting spurts of my cum and semen inside Mom. As soon as the first string hit Mom's cervix, Mom shouted like she had been hit with a stun gun, "AAAUNNNNGHHH."

 

It seemed she was going to bounce off my cock, I held her hips and we both grunted for a minute letting out our climax. While climaxing, Mom looked towards me, and her pleasure multiplied. I was looking at Mom, enjoying the pleasant feeling of slinging my cum in her.

 

Subconsciously, my butt had been moving up and down, also complementing Mom's efforts even more.

 

Mom collapsed on top of me once again as she gave up on her unending climax. She was still vibrating when I held my hands around her.

 

Mom was out of it for a couple of minutes. Then the phone's ring shook her.

 

It was Mom's mobile phone. She pulled up and picked it up reluctantly. If her phone wasn't lying on the bed she possibly might not have gotten up.

 

Mom languidly said, "hello." She could see Dad's number on the screen.

 

Mom had just made love to me, and I had not seen her face more content than that. Now she was smiling wide. Whatever Dad said brightened up Mom's face phenomenally.

 

Without even saying anything to Dad on the other side, she disconnected the phone and jumped on top of me again.

 

Mom planted kisses after kisses on my face and in between she uttered the words, "Columbia."

 

I knew what that meant, and we kissed so many times, unable to speak to each other. Mom was crying with joy, for me, Her Son.

 

I was elated that Mom had made love to me not after I got the offer but before. I did not even bother to ask if it was a full scholarship or not.

 

For the next two days, our house turned into a party zone. We jumped, laughed, chuckled, and were just happy. Stan too was delighted for me.

 

By Friday afternoon, June 11, 2010, we returned to joyous normalcy around the house, replacing the spontaneous excitement. With a full scholarship awaiting me at Columbia, the inevitable debates around the house concerning my choice of major had already commenced, though I remained undecided.

 

Later that afternoon, around four o'clock, Mom proposed, "Care to play some tennis?"

 

"Absolutely, we didn't get to finish our game the other day," I responded eagerly.

 

Dad glanced our way, curiosity evident in his expression.

 

An hour later, we found ourselves on the tennis court. If our mental state could be likened to anything, then our game that day was a perfect metaphor. We leisurely rallied the ball back and forth, neither of us exerting much force. I gently tossed the ball to Mom, and she returned it with equal ease. There was no attempt to outmaneuver each other, no rush to score points or win the game. This casual exchange, reminiscent of a practice session, continued for half an hour, with smiles exchanged between us throughout. We were in a contented state of mind.

 

Of course, I was looking forward to our post-game shenanigans. Sensing my distraction, Mom remarked, "It seems your mind is elsewhere today, honey. Shall we call it a day and head for the showers?" Her tone was matter-of-fact.

 

I offered a broad grin and nodded in agreement.

 

Fifteen minutes later I was naked in the shower with Mom in my arms. We kissed heavily and passionately.

 

A couple of days earlier I had made love to Mom and on this day, I was going to fuck her.

 

My kissing was urgent, my groping persuasive and my body language demanding. Mom obliged.

 

After working Mom sufficiently in the shower, I led her out and leaned her back in exactly the same place I was lying on the bed, the last time we were there. Mom laid on her back, with her legs dangling down from the side of the bed.

 

I leaned forward with my hand parked on either side and I moved towards her face for another long kiss. I took her lips one more time with mine and put my tongue in her mouth after layering her lips with my tongue. I dabbed my tongue around in her mouth, hers welcomed and played sword with mine.

 

I decisively moved lower on her neck and kissed her, Mom purred.

 

Then I moved down to her breasts. We hadn't bothered to towel ourselves and her tits, still wet from our shower, were inviting. Her beautiful tits, dotted with tiny beads of water, fell inward into her body on account of their own weight.

 

I kissed her nipples and then sucked them to attention. As if thirsty for water I licked the drops of water off her breasts and replaced them with saliva from my tongue. That I also did for the rest of my journey downwards to her pussy mound.

 

The tickle of when I was on her stomach, made her shiver.

 

When my eyes were level with Mom's pussy I was sitting on my haunches. I was going to spend a lot of time here, so I changed position to put my knees on the floor and moved ahead.

 

I kissed and then licked Mom's wet thighs and layered the saliva just as I had done to her upper body. Moving inwards into her pussy I kissed the top of Mom's pussy with a clear intent of where I was going.

 

Mom purred her approval, "mmmmm." Her hands came down on her thighs and lay there lightly in anticipation of my next move.

 

Mom's thighs were quivering, and her pussy was pulsing.

 

Without much ado, I kissed her pussy lips, not lightly. I kissed her pussy lips as if I was kissing her face. I kissed her and licked her pussy lips giving them due attention but aiming to go inside. Deciding to hold on a wee bit longer, I sucked on her pussy lips. Mom shook her butt upwards to aid my pressure on her pussy.

 

Her sighing confirmed that she loved what I was doing.

 

I started to dive deeper into her pussy and got her to whimper, "mmuuuuuhhhh."

 

I licked and ate her pussy delectably and I slurped every drop of juice she was producing as nectar and stayed away from her clit for as long as I could.

 

Mom shivered and vibrated. She moved her butt again and again to direct my tongue or my lips to her clit, which I was avoiding.

 

Mom got her hands behind my head and was pulling my head inside her pussy. With each passing second the pressure behind my head increased.

 

When I did attack her clit, I went all in. I flicked it, licked it, pulled on it, chewed it, and kissed it.

 

Mom went ballistic. I must have been doing something right because Mom's wails were loud, "Gordieeeeeeee."

 

Then she gritted her teeth and caught hold of a bunch of my hair and pulled.

 

I was chewing on her clit. She orgasmed and tightened her grip on my head as she spasmed violently.

 

Eventually, as she loosened her hold of my head, instead of releasing her clit, I played with it longer and harder, extending Mom's orgasm for as long as possible. And boy did she love it.

 

Mom was shaking all over, spasming. Her limbs were tense and loose at the same time. Words from her mouth were incomprehensible, as if she was mumbling something but gasps of air made the words come out as blurbs.

 

"uuunnggg.....aaa...gggooo..."

 

Finally, when Mom lay limp, I was still at her pussy, licking happily. And I would have stayed there had Mom not patted on my head to nudge me.

 

I gave her a final few licks and got her to regret asking me to come out of her pussy.

 

I got on my feet and looked down towards Mom. She lay lovingly naked, completely content, and motherly inviting.

 

I moved forward and pulled my knees on either side, wobbled my way near her chest, and lowered myself. My ass touched her tits and my dick angled upwards towards her mouth and higher.

 

Angling it down wasn't going to be possible so I leaned farther on the bed above her head, getting my butt off her chest. I was on all fours and angled my cock towards her mouth. It was her turn to return the favor.

 

Mom happily kissed the top of my dick and gave the crown one firm lick, sending shivers down my spine.

 

I had intended to fuck her face pumping in and out, but Mom instead took the girth of my cock in her fist and directed me inside her mouth.

 

Knowing what could trigger me, she avoided fisting me or bobbing on my cock, instead, she licked and sucked to prolong our enjoyment.

 

Mom did not take the whole thing in but the part of my cock that was inside her got a good tongue play. She licked it inside her mouth circling her tongue around my cock.

 

Only when she felt content did she move to the next part and started moving her grip on my cock. Along with sucking, licking, and tonguing, she jerked my cock with her fist. Not surprisingly I was going to give in soon.

 

I groaned from my throat to my cock. Suddenly, Mom took her mouth off my cock and squeezed with all her strength.

 

I was unhappy and expressed it with a frown.

 

Mom nudged me off. Much as I loved her, I had to be considerate that she wasn't interested in gulping my cum down her throat. I was figuring out where I should spray my spunk.

 

I may have been disappointed but that lasted no more than a couple of seconds.

 

Mom held me by my arm and directed me between her legs. Mom wanted me inside her pussy instead. Oh, God.

 

I hastily shuffled off the bed and reached back between her dangling legs. To reach her butt, which lay on the edge of the bed, I had to bend my knees, and at the same time, I put my hands behind Mom's thighs and lifted her a little. She hooked her feet on the bed's edge and hoisted her pussy higher invitingly.

 

With both my hands engaged under her thighs, Mom took the lead and held my cock one more time, and directed it into her pussy.

 

Barely had Mom shown it to the entrance, she whimpered loudly, "aaaaaahhhh," as I entered her pussy in one swift motion.

 

I had little time to waste. Mom had already primed me with her sucking, and I was near. If I tried to go slow it wouldn't have worked. So, I took the other route. After a couple of pleasurable shoves and pulls I started pumping into Mom.

 

Mom started to shake with each thrust, and her throat let out a "huunn...hunngg....hunnghh" every time my cock hit deep inside her.

 

With a hunched position I was operating with, Mom had a perfect full length going way deep inside her.

 

"I... love.....you...Mom," I uttered slowly between each thrust.

 

"Mmmmmeeeeeee," Mom cried, trying to reply but failing.

 

My cock started throwing darts of cum and semen inside her pussy. I slowed the pumping.

 

I let out a grunt loud enough to leave no doubt what my body was going through. I exulted and released my jizz inside her.

 

Mom felt the spray and that started her own climax. She was moaning in pleasure, and cried, "uuuunaagh... uuaaaghhhhhhh."

 

Mom's hand tried to get hold of my butt from behind but all she could reach was on the side of my hips and her nails scratched the skin.

 

The pain added to my pleasure.

 

As both of us lay spent, with me lying on top of her trying my best to not press her under my weight, we gasped and looked into each other's eyes.

 

Mom's eyes were telling my soul how much she loved me, and I was reciprocating by mouthing the words, "momm." My cock gave a last twitch before plopping out of her pussy along with a small stream of mixed juice.

 

We hadn't caught our breath fully before her mobile chimed with a low ring and vibration.

 

Mom's duffel bag and her purse lay discarded on the bed, the phone nestled within. I reached for her bag and placed it within her reach, as I got off from her. Mom reluctantly retrieved the phone on the tenth ring.

 

Still catching her breath, Mom answered with a soft "hello," her shallow breaths betraying her breathlessness.

 

Whatever the person on the other end said seemed to have brought a smile to her face. Without hesitation, she tapped to end the call and set the phone aside. Then, locking eyes with me, she cradled my face in her hands.

 

Amid her breathlessness, Mom's voice remained subdued, yet the fervor with which she uttered "Cornell" was unmatched. A solitary tear escaped her eye, tracing a path down her cheek, while her lips stretched into a radiant smile.

 

I fell forward and took my mom's lips with mine.

 

The party that had kicked off earlier in the week stretched into the weekend, fueled by the excitement of receiving two full scholarships from Ivy League colleges. Throughout the weekend, my parents and I debated fervently over which of the two prestigious institutions I should choose. With Mom and Dad advocating for Cornell, Stan and I were leaning towards Columbia, we found ourselves evenly split.

 

The festivities spilled over into the following week when Stan received his first major acceptance offer. Unlike me, Stan had always been resolute in his desire to stay close to home. Getting a full scholarship offer from UAH in Huntsville, Alabama, was the only one that truly mattered to him. The joy in our household was palpable as we celebrated Stan's achievement alongside mine.

 

The University of Alabama, Huntsville, held a special significance for our family. That was where Mom and Dad had met and had graduated from. Even our maternal grandfather, Mr. Harold Keen, had been an alumnus of UAH, while her mother hailed from Austin College, Texas.

 

Despite the storm alert looming overhead and the possibility of rain, Mom decided to indulge me with a game of tennis on a balmy late afternoon on Wednesday, June 16, 2010, at Westwood Country Club. With it being the middle of the week and with an impending weather alert there were fewer people around than usual.

 

Though we played a full game, it was a leisurely affair filled with laughter and jest. Mom deliberately lobbed the ball out of bounds to let me win, while I purposely served into the net to let her claim victory. We shared knowing glances, smiles, and bursts of laughter, reveling in the light-heartedness of the moment.

 

Under the shower, we kissed like passion-filled lovers.

 

On the bed, we made love like passion-filled lovers.

 

We languidly stayed back and hooked hands like a honeymooning couple. Neither Mom nor I were in a rush to head back home.

 

Outside it was cloudy and grey. A faint thunder of the clouds from a distance announced that it would rain.

 

For the first time in all those months, I opened the curtains of the room, even as Mom lay naked on the bed.

 

Attached to our room, through the large windows and a door, was a decent-sized balcony. The view from the balcony was tens of acres of plush green golf course. As far as I could see there was green acreage. Far into the horizon, some darkish clouds rolled along from East to West.

 

Invitingly I offered my hand to Mom. She moved up to see what I was asking.

 

With her hand in mine, I opened the door, and we went out on the balcony stark naked. Thankfully there wasn't a soul we could see, or one that could see us.

 

Mom and I sat adjacent on the cushioned large wicker chairs holding each other's hand.

 

We calmly sat there admiring the view, contemplating what had got us here.

 

I remembered and looked towards her and said, "Mom, thank you."

 

She looked towards me quizzingly as if she did not know what I was thanking her for.

 

"Thank you for being my guiding force."

 

Mom squeezed my hand that she was holding. She gave me a motherly smile and could not find words to respond.

 

I backed it up by saying, "I love you, Mom."

 

Mom shuffled out of her chair, stood in front of mine, and allowed me a good look at her gloriously naked body. Then she stepped closer between my legs.

 

She pulled her knees one at a time on my seat cushion outside my thighs. I was instantly grateful for the size of the chair.

 

Mom trudged forward before finding the right spot and sat high on my thighs. Her pussy, still wet from our lovemaking, leveling on my semi-hard cock.

 

Then, Mom replied with her patented reply, with a lot more heart, "I love you way more, honey." She stretched 'way' to emphasize how much more. Then to add weight to the emphasis she leaned in to kiss me.

 

We made out on the chair on the balcony. Mom and I kissed warmly as my right hand caressed her back and my left found a course and slipped towards her bottom and found a butt cheek to hold on to. Intentionally, I let the tips of my fingers lean into her crack. The light caress tickled and stirred Mom.

 

She wrapped her arms behind my head and leaned heavily into my mouth. She sent her tongue inside my mouth with love and passion. First, I let Mom's tongue play around inside my mouth and then I sucked on her tongue as if it was her clit. My cock twitched at the thought and sent the signal into her pussy.

 

Mom's throat let out an appreciative, "muuummmmm."

 

Her tits squished on my chest as she pressed harder. The pleasure of having her nipples delightfully poke me.

 

Mom slowly nudged her pussy on my dick and got it to stir up. The effort she needed was not much. With a naked Mom in my arms, I needed very little stimulation.

 

Eventually, Mom decided I was ready. She left my lips momentarily and gave a coquettish smile. She looked towards my face, right into my eyes, and cocked her hip. She hastily released one arm from behind my neck and snaked it between us until she was holding my stiff erection.

 

Satisfied with the development, she raised her butt a little more to get the angle and let herself down just as she directed the cock inside.

 

Mom continued to look me in the eye, but her mouth opened with the pleasure of my cock going inside her pussy.

 

With each inch that she took in, Mom also dropped forward towards my face, only to stick her lips back on mine when she had me all the way in.

 

Mom re-started kissing me again with renewed passion. Neither of us bucked our groin and concentrated just on pleasuring the other with our lips and tongues.

 

Nature has its own way of progressing and my embedded organ inside her started to twitch every few seconds demanding attention. Mom yielded and moved her butt slowly.

 

Unconcerned if anyone in the world could see or hear us, Mom started humping without leaving her thighs from mine. She rolled her hips forward and back making my cock stretch and crane.

 

The rub of my cock on her clit, as she rolled back, got Mom moaning in pleasure. When she rolled forward my cock reached deeper and made me sigh.

 

As Mom's hips took charge, her lips lost contact with mine. She moved lovingly, not racing through our lovemaking.

 

Mom looked upwards into the sky and must have been thanking God for a loving son. That's when I latched on to her nipple that looked at me invitingly. Mom gave an appreciative cry, "muuuuuummmmm."

 

As her passion rose, she bucked harder. With the edge off both of us from an earlier love-making session on the bed, we took our time making love. The bucking and jerking made Mom hot. She picked pace and her nipple popped out from between my lips.

 

Mom moaned, "MMMMMM."

 

"Mommm," I exclaimed along with a grunt confirming that I was going to shoot my cum up her pussy.

 

Mom welcomed it with a pussy squeeze, looking in my face with her half-open eyes, and my cock let go of the first string and soon after that the second.

 

Mom's pussy relayed the sensations of her son's cum to her mind and Mom let go and gave a loud release of her own climax.

 

"oGordieeeeee."

 

I tried to push my butt higher up but got little success. Mom's tense thigh started to weigh on mine as she convulsed and dug down on my cock.

 

"Unnnnnngh." she gave a grunt, squeezing her pussy harder on my cock. Then she spasmed and convulsed rapidly showering my cock with her juice.

 

Mom fell forward on my chest, her head nuzzled into my neck still vibrating in her post-orgasmic response.

 

My hands around Mom's back caressed her lovingly. Her breathing started to calm slowly as my cock slipped out of her pussy.

 

Mom whined with a moan, to signal her discontentment, "mmm."

 

Her phone was ringing from deep inside the room. I removed my hands from behind her, thinking she would want to get up and take the call. She didn't stir. In fact, she purred her denial. She didn't care who it was and why he was calling.

 

We sat on the balcony for another ten minutes as I watched the clouds roll past our town with no rain or thunder. Mom stayed on my lap embracing me with her eyes shut and calmly daydreaming.

 

When we did go inside, Mom saw the number on the phone, it was Dad, two missed calls. As I got dressed, Mom called him back.

 

Once again, a broad smile stretched across her face, and she kept the phone without saying bye.

 

She walked a couple of steps towards me, naked, and wrapped her arms around my neck. She hoisted herself into my arms, her feet leaving the floor. Before kissing me, she said, "Brown."

 

We kissed in happiness, overjoyed. Mom clung to me like a panda, my hands under her butt holding her up.

 

Mom and I bid farewell to room number 9 and returned home to celebrations that lasted another week.

 

For the remainder of the month, our household buzzed with relentless debates over my college options, transforming what should have been a personal decision into a family affair.

 

A week later, as we gathered around the dinner table, Mom proposed, "We ought to visit the campuses before making a decision."

 

"Sounds like a plan," Dad chimed in.

 

Plans were set in motion, but eventually, Dad's obligations at work collided with the itinerary and that meant it would be just Mom, Stan, and me embarking on the campus tours.

 

Days before we finalized the last of our travel arrangements, Stan surprisingly backed out, citing a Judo tournament as his excuse. Since he had seemed very excited to come along, the excuse seemed halfhearted.

 

Thus, it was only Mom and I who journeyed to New York, Ithaca, and Providence, taking a week to explore all three campuses. Six days and seven nights.

 

In the end, Mom's fondness for Brown University ultimately swayed my decision, and that's where I chose to enrol.

 

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