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  As she slumped down on the couch, I asked “Mom, what the fuck happened?”

  She closed her eyes a moment and wiped at the tears. “Oh, the usual,” she managed. “Men. I had a no-luck night, that’s all. I saw a nice-looking guy at the pool table and we kinda did the eye sex thing from across the room…” I groaned. She interjected, “Oh honey baby, you’re old enough to hear this from your mom. Anyway, I knew he was undressing me with his eyes and I really didn’t mind because damn, he was too fine. Long hard body, muscles racked like a shot gun! Goddamn! I thought, no—I knew—he was coming home with me tonight and it kinda, well—you know—got me sorta hot. Anyway, I know the drill and a woman can’t just go rushing over to a big ol’ cowboy like that man, you sorta play hard to get until he cowboys up and comes over to buy you a drink. It’s a game as old as time itself. Anyway, that’s where it all got fucked.” I went to the kitchen for a warm wet washcloth. I brought it back and began dabbing at her cheeks. She continued, “By the time I realized that big old hunk of cow shit wasn’t gonna make his move and I might have to break the rules for a night, in walks miss young and curvy. Miss young and curvy has twenty years on me and she and her two girlfriends eyed him up the second they walked through that door. Well, three minutes later or probably less, they each had a tall cool refreshing alcoholic drink absolutely free of charge in front of them and the game of eye sex with me was in the dust.”

  I put the washcloth down and asked, “So, why all the mud and the tears, Mom?”

  She sniffled a little as if for emphasis and said, “Well, the place was pretty well done up. All the old timers that come in from the farming and a few young ones like miss young and curvy and her friends, but he was the catch of the week and I fucked up and let him get away.” She grabbed the washcloth and blew mud from her nose, honking a bit unladylike I must say. “I knew my night was fucked so I decided to go home. I thought, if I can’t get anywhere with this fella here, I’d come home and see what was on Netflix with my honey baby.” She gave a try at a smile. “Only I found the parking lot to be a bit muddy on my way out of that dive and ended up nearly crawling to my car. Stupid, right? I am such a mess. I think I may have twisted my ankle. My back is killing me from the fall. The car is filthy inside.”

  I put a finger to her lips. “OK, mom. First things first. If you can hobble your way upstairs, grab yourself a shower. Get yourself cleaned up for some Netflix. We’ll watch whatever you want. The car we’ll clean up in the morning. When you come back down here, I’ll take a look at your ankle and back. I’m no doctor, not even a massage therapist, but I’ll do in a pinch.”

  She smiled weakly, but not as weakly as before. “You’re so good to your momma, honey baby. What did I ever do to deserve you? Back in a few.” I couldn’t help but notice in a funny sort of way that she nearly sprang up off the sofa and made it all the way up the stairs without the slightest trace of a limp or any pain whatsoever. Nope, I told myself, whatever you are imagining, this ain’t that! She’s had a shit night and other than a bit of cuddling and maybe a brief peck at bedtime, this ain’t that! So, clear your thoughts of that or she’s gonna come back and catch you playing the Pointer Sisters again! The pep talk helped. I calmed down, put my mind on cleaning up the mud she had tracked in, then returned to the couch to wait for her.

  This… might… be that! She came down the stairs almost like an old Hollywood actress who had switched to the mack mode, trying to be overly seductive but not tipping her cards. She came down the last step and to me she said in a low breathy voice reminiscent of Sarah, “Where do you want me?” My brain switched off. I knocked on the door to my brain’s room and opened the door and he had split and taken all of his shit with him. “Up and vanished like a fart in the wind,“ to quote Stephen King.

  I feebly managed to squeak out, “Over here, mom, on the couch. I’ll start with your ankle.” She glided over to the couch and gracefully floated down to it like a feather. She leaned back in a comfortable position and with knees together, lifted one foot up into my waiting hand. Butterflies, nausea, and trembling ensued. I took the delicate appendage in my hand and placed the other over the top. I gently began to massage the foot and ankle. Her hushed moan of delight inspired me and I strongly believe it went down in history as one of the top ten greatest foot massages of all time.

  My heart was palpitating and I think I was sweating again but I was calming down and coming to terms with the reality of what we were doing, which was, in fact, nothing. I mean nothing wrong. It was when I asked her if she was comfortable and should I move on to her back that things took a turn for the better? Worse? I’m not sure. All I know is she asked me if I could rub it a little bit longer and I agreed. She relaxed even more and her knees fell apart. Only for a brief moment, like she had dozed, but there were absolutely, undeniably, unequivocally no panties on this woman in front of me! Oh, if my friends could see her now! All the calming down I had done… right out the fucking window! I was steel rod hard! I was adamantium! And goddamn it, it was showing through the sweat pants. Gonna have to be slick about this, getting her moved around to get to her back without my little buddy being seen… again! I went to ask her if she was ready for the back rub when her moan was a little more than “foot massage” level. Umm, did she just… No fucking way! I think she did… Hm! I slowly let her foot down to the floor and she sat up and toward me. “My little honey baby gives the greatest massages to his poor old momma.” She kissed my forehead. “Are you ready for your back, Mom? It must be in a lot of pain.” She wiggled in her seat and nodded slowly. She stood up and the silky little black kimono she was barely wearing gaped and fell open in various ways. This was a sexy and sexual fully nude woman beneath a thin sheet of silk and now laying on her stomach on the couch in front of me. What to do? This was it. Moment in the sun. Do or die, sink or swim, go big or go home. I began running my hands across the silk-covered back. Pressing gently at first, then more firmly. She had her legs apart slightly on the couch, I put one knee down to kneel between for balance and…well…I kinda…poked her. I knew it at once and shot my eyes to the back of her head. It came up ever so slightly and briefly, then she lay it down on the sofa and began to make soft purring sounds.

  I think the time in the moment had come where neither one of us could pretend it wasn’t there anymore. She was now moaning slightly louder and was gently but noticeably pressing back with her beautiful ass against me. She quietly asked me if I could stop just for a moment. I did so and she wiggled around to face me. “You know I love you honey baby and I’m so glad I came back home tonight when I did. You always take such good care of momma. There is a bottle of hand lotion in my purse in the kitchen, be a love and grab it please.” I did the ninja move of all time getting up in a flash to not show my rigid state and hurried to the kitchen. When I came back, I realized how futile that move had been. She was in the same face-down position awaiting the rest of her massage, but completely nude now. Nothing on but her hair tie holding her hair together and out of the way. “I hope this is OK,” she whispered. “I really needed the lotion on my back. Be a good boy for momma, please.” I acquiesced. Resuming my position kneeling between her legs (for balance, damn you, for balance!), I lotioned up my hands, never taking my eyes from the most amazing ass I have ever seen. Fine little blonde hairs, barely a centimeter long, could be seen if really looking, and I was really looking. I put my lotioned hands on her back and went to the task at hand. It didn’t take too long of lotioning and rubbing her back to realize that I was inadvertently (or maybe not) gently grinding into her back side. She seemed to be gently grinding back and moaning again to boot. The thin fabric of my sweats and no boxers let me feel a great deal of the heat and friction. I then noticed that as I rubbed a bit harder, her silky-smooth legs began to part ever so slowly. No dummy am I, I continued to work in the lotion and my full throbbing erection was now pressing firmly into the tiny tan circle of her asshole. Her words came out muffled, “Momma’s good boy. Oh, such a
good good boy…” OK, at the moment my head(s) was/were about to explode, she actually pivoted her hips up just a little. After a moment of the rubbing and grinding at this angle, I began to feel moist heat penetrating my sweats. Now or never, I thought. I casually reached one hand down and rubbed what lotion was left on her ass cheek, rubbing in ever widening circles until I was clearly massaging her asshole and even a small brushing up against her labia. Still rubbing and grinding, that same stealthy hand pulled down slow on my sweats until my cock sprang out.

  The throbbing head of my member pressed in toward her anus and slid down a notch toward her now creamy pussy. The same pussy I had come out of so many years ago. The old joke flashed briefly through my mind about 9 months spent trying to get out and the rest of your life trying to get back in. Not sure that joke was supposed to apply to your own mother though. I waited for some sign of disapproval and when none came, I slowly pushed toward her and down and my hard-probing rod found the hot wet opening to her sex as she softly moaned “Yes, honey baby, I want you there. All of you. Love your momma good. Yes, honey baby, it’s OK. I wanna feel you deep inside, momma.” That was all the invitation I needed. Slowly at first, I slid the head into my mom’s glistening pussy lips. The warm slippery grip of her lips took my breath away. Slowly, I slid all the way in and she reached a hand back and dug claws into my leg. I pulled back a bit then slid it home again. She began rocking to my action and banging her ass against me until the motion sped up and we were full-on fucking. My head was spinning and I was sick with the buildup and anticipation, but the feeling of the act was so overpowering that I lost myself to the moment. I held onto her shapely hips and she arched up more for deeper penetration. I drove deep, deeper, deepest inside her then stopped and held it in deepest as she climaxed like I have never experienced a woman climaxing before. The warmth flooded over me and after a pause, we were off again.

  A few more hard thrusts were all I could stand as I felt the fevered rush and pulsating pleasure of coming inside her. I know she came at that moment, too. Judge me for everything to follow, but I knew at that moment that this was correct and vital in ways I could never explain. Two people making each other feel that much electricity couldn’t be bad. Once the spasming delight had ended and she and I were both panting hard, a bizarre urge overtook me that I had never experienced before and leaning down to whisper in her ear, I said “Mom, roll over.” I slipped slickly out of her greedily sucking lips and she rolled over. I spread her legs and put them up in the air, then in a second flat and like some lap dog, I was licking hungrily at her creamy cunt. Both of our juices mingled over my taste buds and I licked more feverishly than before. She held the back of my head, pulling my tongue deeper into her, my lips tighter to hers. I sucked at her clit like a porn star. She reared and bucked with delight as one by one, the waves of orgasm swept across the beach of her ecstasy. When I had completely and thoroughly cleaned her of both of our juices, I came up to be face to face with her. I leaned down to kiss her full quivering lips and my forehead bumped into something hard. It threw me back a little and left a small red circle on my forehead that was still sore an hour later. “What was that?” I moaned. She shrugged and invited me to come back in and try again. She tilted her head to the left slightly and the kiss was more passionate than I knew existed. No Sarah, nor any other girl I had banged in my time could have ever compared with this and I was suddenly very happy that things worked out like this. I moved down from her lips and kissed a trail down to her beautiful big breasts. They looked like the breasts of a twenty-year-old and I suckled at them with a fiery purpose. She moaned and wiggled beneath me, talking dirty and nibbling on my earlobe. Her body friction caused my cock to heat up and again I was at full mast. I slid my way back into her sensual body as she and I made the most intense eye contact, living in the moment. Understanding that this was really happening and that it was exactly what we both wanted and needed. We fucked three times in all that night and all I can say in my defense is…it was good to be a twenty-something!

  We slept nude and completely draped over each other’s bodies. Early in the morning, before the sun was completely up, I felt her warm soft lips kissing and tongue licking gently at the head of my cock, which like any good cock was up before the sun! I never opened my eyes during, savoring the moment and intensity with which she sucked me, but I did open them at the moment I came in mind-bending spasms into her mouth. When I had stopped, she leaned up so I could see her mouth. She parted her lips just enough that a small trickle of my semen ran down her chin. She then swallowed and used a finger to retrieve the trickle. A funny thing happened then. She leaned down seductively to kiss me and nearly put my eye out as something again thumped into my forehead. I winced at the small dull pain, then said “What keeps doing that?” The same as before, she shrugged and tilted her head to one side and kissed me with her sticky lips. I was in heaven. No nightmares the night before, sex with this beautiful seductress I call Mom and now a wake-up blowjob. If I died right then and there, I would have regretted nothing! I did not die, however. I got up and showered and went down to join Mom for breakfast.

  In the kitchen, I found no Mom whatsoever, but I did find another message on the dry erase board. “You tasted like pure honey this morning, lover baby. Remember your vitamins so you can be big and strong for momma later on this afternoon. I love you.” I touched my lips, reliving the kisses, and casually tossed the vitamins in the garbage disposal. Then, remembering the double tap, I rubbed my forehead. It was not a bad pain, just a dull ache. I went to the bathroom mirror to take a look. A small round red circle of about 2 or 3 inches in diameter was visible. I rubbed at it wondering what in the blue fuck was causing that. But, like mother, like son. I shrugged it off and got some breakfast. I wasn’t sure where Mom went so, I called “the shop.” They told me that Mom had called them earlier and said she needed about three weeks leave time to get a few things done that needed doing. I told them this was news to me but said she’d probably fill me in later on the matter. Meanwhile I was thinking, three weeks of staying home together fucking? Could it be? Three solid weeks of just her and I?

  When I saw Mom in the living room folding laundry later that afternoon, I asked her about the three weeks things. She winked at me and said “When you get a new toy, don’t you wanna stop doing everything else and play with it for a while?” I didn’t know whether to be offended at this or sexually intrigued. Long story short—I’m male so I took it as an invitation to continue last night and this morning indefinitely. I knelt down in front of her and put a hand on her knee. She had on those naughty girl booty shorts that drive me wild. Kinda loose fitting. “Well, maybe your new toy likes to play with you, too.” I said, sliding the hand from knee up through shorts into un-pantied soaking wet vagina. I was beginning to think that Mom just went around all day and night like a leaky faucet. Or maybe it was being with me, her honey baby. In either case, the laundry was thrown to the side and again the couch was our mating ground.

  Over the course of the three weeks, we barely went anywhere. She even stopped jogging and I made the occasional trip to the store. Otherwise it was all eating out and being eaten out. I won’t bore or gore you with anymore of the brutal details but in that time, we essentially fucked and sucked our way through every position and known sex act short of hanging from the ceiling. I will tell you this one detail because it is important, I think that you know how much we trusted each other and the wave length that we were riding together. She confided in me that she wanted me to defecate on her chest. Having never had this done to her, she was curious and felt safe in confiding this in me. Having never done this to another human being nor even fantasized about it, I felt safe and reassured by her confidence in me to OK it, if it was really what she wanted. I think this happened toward the end of the three weeks. She said, yes, it was really what she wanted. So, it happened. Right on the center of her glorious chest. It wasn’t something I have ever felt a need to do and will likely never do it again,
but it was a notch in our collective sexual belt. By the dwindling end of the three weeks, we were still going strong. Hot and heavy like teenagers. The nightmares had sporadically returned. A few weren’t so bad, but one was a motherfucker—no pun intended!

  The second to the last day of our fuckfest 3000, we were in bed naked and spooning. Both of us breathing shallowly in our comfortable postcoital sleep. I looked up suddenly into the gloom of the darkened room. Normally, I felt beyond safe in this room. Nothing could get me in here. Not in mom’s room. But as I looked around, I felt unsure and steadily growing unease. Something was watching me. Someone? No, definitely something. I thought I could hear a gargled breathing sound. A slight catch in the raspy breath and then a board squeak ever so slightly. I sat upright and reached to turn on the lamp. A voice croaked: “If you do that, I will kill the sleeping woman. Leave us to converse in the shadows.” I looked down at mom. She hadn’t even stirred. Out like a light. “That red mark on your forehead is getting to become a callous. What do you think could be causing that?”

  I blinked and swallowed dryly. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “Who are you?”