I had just turned 30 when I moved back in with my Mother. The age difference was not great as she had me when she was young and even though she was in her late 40s she looked younger although I had never looked at her in any way other than a son would look at his Mother.
Moving in with her was convenient for both of us as my place of work was close and she was on her own so sharing the bills was helpful to her. She was living alone due to my Father leaving her, she was not upset about him leaving as she told me the relationship between them broken down and he had become not a nice person. I had moved out a few years ago due to work relocating but my firm had opened new offices that were close to my Mother.
Our relationship had always been very good, we enjoyed each other’s company and would spend hours talking about what had been on the news that day and chat about what sort of day we had.
I had been living with her for a few months when we were invited to my cousins wedding which although a good few hours drive away was something that she wanted to attend. As it was some way away we booked to stay at a Hotel close to the wedding and to save some money booked one room with separate beds. We did not consider this to be a problem. The wedding day was very pleasant and Mother enjoyed herself meeting relations she had not seen for some time. As normal at weddings there was plenty to drink, Mother and I enjoyed a glass of wine in the evening when home but by the end of this day we had drunk more than a glass or two. We were not drunk but had the relaxed happy feeling that a glass or two (Or three) of wine gives.
At the end of the evening we returned to our Hotel room having enjoyed the day and had taken a half empty bottle of wine back with us. We got ready for bed and lay in our beds with a glass of wine talking about what a nice wedding it was and Mother talked about meeting relatives she had not seen for some time. She asked me about my girlfriends and had I ever considered marriage or long term relationships, I replied that I had probably made a mistake concentrating too much on my job but it was a job that I really enjoyed so at the time I did not consider long term relationships.
Mother said that if I wanted to bring a girl home it would not be a problem and if I wanted time alone with a girl she would go out for the evening. Strangely this talk of girlfriends aroused me slightly and I had to adjust the bedding to hide my arousal. Mother noticed my discomfort and apologised if she had embarrassed me and said not to worry as it was quite normal. She said that she would go to the bathroom and leave me alone for a while. I said there was no need as I was going to sleep but she replied that it would be a good idea to go to sleep feeling tense.
Mother then came over and sat on the side of my bed slid her had beneath the covers and gently held my erect penis saying that maybe she could help me. I was in a slight state of shock but her hand felt nice and the effects of the wine had taken over. She then proceeded to very gently move her hand up and down, this movement was like nothing I had felt before, it was so soft and slow. Suddenly she surprised me by getting off the bed and going into the bathroom, she returned with a bottle of baby oil that she said she used after a shower. She poured some onto her hand and returned to my penis and proceeded with the slow gentle stroking, I was surprised how good she was doing what she was doing as it was not something that one thinks their Mother capable of. She would gently pull down my foreskin then delicately close her hand around the head of my penis and slowly move her hand down. The feeling of her lubricated hand sliding down was fantastic and made me tremble each time her hand moved. She continued the stroking very slowly and her grip was so gentle, the feeling was so intense it seemed to make me harder than I had ever been before. Suddenly I realised what was happening and said to her this could not be right. Her reply was why was it wrong, we were both consenting adults, we are not harming anyone and she was so pleased to be able to help the son that she loved.
By this time my arousal was so great all I could think about was the feelings that she was giving me. I told her that I had never felt such sensations before and she replied that only a Mother could be so gentle and said that I should just lie back and enjoy what was happening. She continued with her stroking and the feelings she was giving me on the exposed end of my penis was something that I would never forget. She would pull back my foreskin and slide her closed slowly hand down over the end of my penis. These feelings become too much and I said to her that I would have to finish, her reply was whenever I was ready, I noticed that she was looking directly at my face with a look of pure joy, this was too much for me and I had an orgasm like I had never had before.
As I orgasmed a low sound of pleasure came from her. I lay there for a minute or two recovering, she still kept her hand on my penis and I was surprised that she was still gently stroking as normally after an orgasm I am so sensitive that any contact with my penis would be too much. I thought about what she said that only a Mother can be so gentle.
As I lay there I noticed a damp patch on her knickers, she followed my gaze and let out an “Oh” of surprise, I asked why the Oh and she replied that she had never seen this before. I said that seemed strange but apparently she had always needed some applied lubrication before sex.
This made me think that maybe she needed some relief after what had just happened so I asked if there was anything I could do for her. She thought about this and while did not say no seemed unsure what to say. I reminded her on what she said earlier (why was it wrong, we were both consenting adults, we are not harming anyone and she was so pleased to be able to help the son that she loved) so I wanted to help and please the Mother that I loved.
She lay down on her bed removing her knickers as she did so. I sat down beside her and placed my hand under her nightdress and slowly and gently slid a finger into her, as I did she gave a slight twitch and a low moan of pleasure. I was expecting her to be very wet down there but it was more of a smooth creamy feeling. I gently put my finger on her clitoris and slowly stroked alternating with circular motions on and around her button. It was apparent that she enjoyed this very much especially when I slide my finger deeper into her to get more juices for lubrication.
I tried different methods and noticed that when I rubbed with circular motions just above her button her breathing increased even more. After a few minutes she asked if it was ok for her to finish, I said that I had not been doing this for very long, she replied that it had been a long time since she had an orgasm and could not wait any longer. She asked if I would slide my finger deep into her alternating with the rubbing I had been doing just above her button as she enjoyed that the most. As I did so she looked directly at me with a smile then asked me to rub slightly harder and faster. I did as she asked and it did not take long for her to orgasm, she tensed slightly gave a low quite moan and it was obvious that she had enjoyed the experience.
After about a minute or so I said that it must be time to go to sleep, as I was about to get off her bed she held my hand and whispered “Thank you”.
I returned to my bed and as I lay down my mind was full of all sorts of thoughts, the main one being that what had just happened could not be right despite what my Mother had said about us being consenting adults.
The next thing I knew it was the following morning, as I awoke my first thoughts went back to what had happened the evening before and how Mother and I would be with each other. She noticed that I was awake, said “Good morning, hope you slept well”. I notice that she must have been awake for some time as she had had a shower, was dressed and packing the cases for us to return home. I showered, got dressed, we went down for breakfast then loaded the cases on the car and proceeded to drive home. During this time nothing was said about the evening before so the drive home of a few hours looked like it could be interesting.
Mother and I never had problems talking so during the drive home we chatted about the wedding, the news from the radio etc but I could not get out of my mind how and if we would talk about what had happened the previous evening.
After about an hour Mother said that she felt guilty about what had happened, she thought she was the one who had started what had happened and although it would have been easy for her to blame drinking too much she was worried that I may feel guilty about what had happened. I thought for a moment and said that while guilt was not what I felt I did feel uncomfortable although I told her I remember what she said, (why was it wrong, we were both consenting adults, we are not harming anyone). Her reply was maybe we should think a while about this and discuss it again, she suggested that we think for a while and I agreed.
The drive home continued with both of us deep in our own thoughts. A while later Mother stared the conversation saying that if what happened was going to be something that would not happen again we should not allow it to affect our relationship as we were living in the same house or we could consider where we go from here. I asked what she meant, she replied that if I wanted to go to the next level she was ok with that although maybe if we did we should consider that my feelings of being uncomfortable would not go away so we try the next level once then make a decision. I thought for a few seconds and asked what she meant by the “next level”. Her suggestion was that we make no firm plans, just get together and see how things go. Mother mentioned that my girlfriends always seemed to have the same look, I asked what she meant.
She said I seemed to like them with makeup of Red Lips and dark eyes, not lots of makeup but enough to give a sexy look and they all seemed to have short skirts with stockings. I asked why she was mentioning this and she replied that if we were going to the next level she would dress like this knowing that it was something that I liked and it would give her so much pleasure knowing that she was pleasing me. This talk was arousing me and I was having to shuffle in my seat to get comfortable, she noticed my discomfort and gently put her hand on my knee and gave me a smile. I agreed that maybe we should try something once more and see how we felt as that was the only way we would know for sure.
By this time we had arrived home, I unloaded the cases, we had a coffee and as it was late we went to our own rooms and went to sleep.
The next couple of weeks were back to normal routine of work etc. I still enjoyed our chats with our evening meal, things between us was like nothing had ever happened. I was wondering how one of us was going to approach the subject when one day Mother said maybe she should get a couple of extra bottles of wine for the weekend to help us relax more. I replied that this sounded like a good idea.
The following Saturday Mother mentioned that there was a comedy film on TV that evening that she would like to see and would I like to watch it with her as we always enjoyed watching stuff together. On the Saturday evening I sat in the living room waiting for Mother to join me, she came into the room and suggested that maybe we would be more comfortable watching the film in her bedroom. Sounded like a good idea to me so we opened a bottle of wine and lay on her bed watching the film. It seemed that the laughter from both of us increased as the film progressed but it was the wine making us more relaxed. When the film finished Mother said she wanted to take a shower to make herself more comfortable.
I lay back flicking through the TV channels not really noticing what was on the screen as my mind was in a different place. When Mother takes a shower it is not unusual for her to take some time so I was not surprised that is was about half an hour before I heard her footsteps in the hall returning to the room. What I had not expected was the sight I saw when she came through the door, suddenly I remembered the conversation we had on the drive home from the wedding. She had put on makeup with the look she knew I liked, Red Lips, black eye makeup, silky stockings and a skirt that was very tight and so short I could see the tops of the stockings, she also had a bra on that seems a size to small pushing her breasts up and together making it look like her breasts were trying to escape. I noticed what a nice figure she had as this is something I have never thought about before never thinking about looking at her only as a son would look at his Mother. Her appearance was nothing like I had ever seen my Mother before and she asked did I approve, all I could do was to nod my head and whisper “Oh yes”.
She walked over to the bed and slid under the covers, she put her arms around me and we just laid there together for a few minutes. She smelled very nice having put on some perfume and she whispered in my ear how pleasurable it was dressing to please me, she then moved her hand down to my penis and feeling how hard my erection was commented how good she felt knowing it was her that had made me so hard. She stroked my erection with delicate and gentle motions that made my penis tingle with pleasure. Looking direct into my eyes she whispered “this is just for you” she then pulled the covers off me and moved down the bed.
She placed my erection in her mouth which was so warm, she then proceeded to gently run her lips down almost getting all of my erection into her mouth, after a couple of minutes of this she pulling my foreskin down and gently slid her lips over the end, as she got to the base of the tip would suck just enough for me to feel what she was doing. When I looked down I almost came as the sight of those red lips sliding and sucking and the sexy dark eyes looking up at me was nearly too much. Mother must have realised how I was feeling so stopped, came up to me and whispered that I should rest for a while as she had so much more to give.
As we lay there I thought it would be nice if I return the favour and please Mother. I moved my hand down but had difficulty as her skirt was so tight, I shuffled down the bed and moved her skirt up just enough to be greeted with a lovely sight as she was not wearing any knickers and the sight of the shinny stocking on her thighs added to the look.
As I slid a finger into her I could feel her body tense slightly and my finger could feel the juices inside her, not wet but smooth and creamy. I could not resist putting my tongue inside her and as I moved my tongue slowly and delicately upwards I could feel Mother tense even more and when I felt her button I gently moved my tongue over the end. There was no doubt she enjoyed this very much so I continued with putting my tongue as deep as I could into her then slowly and delicately licking up until I made contact with her clitoris.
As I continued to please her the juices inside Mother increased so much that I could feel them running down my tongue making me swallow and there were some dribbling out the corner of my mouth. It gave me great pleasure knowing that I was pleasing Mother so much for her to have so much pussy juice. It did not take much of this licking until Mother asked me to stop as she said she was very close and did not want to go yet. As I moved up the bed I reached over to get a tissue to wipe my mouth but Mother stopped me and gave me a gentle kiss, as she did so she put her tongue in my mouth. She said that she wanted to taste her juices in my mouth, Mother thought it was very nice kissing me and tasting her juice so I moved down on her again, put my tongue deep into her so that I could lick up as much juice as possible then softly kiss her as her tongue moved over mine so she could taste more. I was unsure if it was the kisses or her juices that she enjoyed so much, I know that it was both the kisses and juices that I liked.
We lay down to have a rest. Mother then went to the bathroom and when she returned a few minutes later I noticed that she had put on some fresh lipstick and the look of those red lips was very nice.
She lay down beside me and tenderly placed her hand over my penis and it did not take long before I had a hard erection. She then placed a leg over me so that she was upright and straddling me, Mother then slowly pulled down my foreskin and placed the tip of my erection at her opening. Very slowly she lowered herself down until all of me was inside, the feeling as she slid down was so beautiful. When I was all the way in she stopped and was looking direct into my eyes, it was then that I felt ripples up and down on my erection, I realised that she was contracting and releasing the muscles inside her, the feeling was so delicate and such a delight. She asked did I like what she was doing and all I could do was to nod.
After a short while Mother slowly moved her body up and down, very short movements at first then increasing until my tip of my erection was at her entrance. She would then slowly move down sliding smoothly onto me, she seemed to get the movements just right so as to give us both maximum pleasure without getting us to close to an orgasm. I wanted this to go on forever but knew it could not it was then Mother asked if we could change positions.
She lay down and I positioned myself between her legs, I paused for a moment to see the wonderful sight of my Mother below me with her dark eyes, red lips and breasts squeezed into the bra. I placed my erection at her entrance and slowly and delicately slid into her. As I did so I could feel her body tense until I was in her as far as I could go, she then put her arms around me and pulled me on top of her holding me so that our bodies made contact.
We stayed like that for a while enjoying the feel of our skin against each other, I then felt ripples all over my erection and realised that she was contracting and relaxing her inner vaginal muscles giving me such beautiful feelings all over my erection. It was plain to see that she was also enjoying the experience. It felt like we were made for each other as my erection seemed to fit in her perfectly as I could feel contact with her over every part of my erection.
I pushed myself up so that I could start to move my erection inside her, I started very slowly, small movements at first then longer until the end my erection was just at the entrance to her, I would then slowly push down until I was all the way in, stopping for a moment then repeating this movement.
Mother was enjoying this very much especially when my erection penetrated her and after a few minutes she whispered that she was very close and she wanted us to come at the same time, together. I agreed that this would be nice so I slightly increased the speed I was sliding into her and I could tell by her breathing and the noises of delight coming from her that she was nearly ready.
She then whispered “please now, Oh please now”, looking down at her, hearing her whispers and seeing her looking so beautiful with her dark eyes and red lips I said “yes now”. As my orgasm started everything seemed to go into slow motion, I could feel my erection pulsing like I had never felt before and Mothers internal muscles contacted over my erection as my juices entered her. Our orgasms seemed to go on forever but it could not have been longer that 20 or 30 seconds.
My Mother pulled me down onto her and putting her arms around me held me while we recovered. After a few minutes I rolled over beside her and we just looked at each other, she then whispered “Thank you”. We fell asleep in that position and when I awoke in the morning Mother was in the kitchen having had a shower and dressed.
Nothing was said about what had happened. It was obvious to both of us that this was not going to be a one off. We continue to enjoy each other and have done for some time. We have a “code” of shall we get a couple of bottles of wine for the weekend knowing what this meant. We experiment with different methods with the intention of pleasing each other as much as possible. We never know what the other is going to surprise us with but that just adds to the enjoyment.
As mentioned we never talk to each other about this relationship, we go about our normal daily routines and still enjoy our chats over the evening meal, just like we did before. I do not consider that I am having sex with my Mother just two adults giving each other pleasure, unless I am in denial ? although I still have a little thought that this is not right but can it be wrong if between consenting adults ?.
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