My name's Joanne and, I'm ashamed to admit, I almost let a stupid woman come between me and my Mom. Mom has always been my best friend, and we were especially close after my Dad died 11 years ago and I almost lost that because of Alex. Alex was 23, just a year older than me and, like me, she's a fiery redhead. What really attracted me to Alex in the beginning, though, is that she's got an amazing pair of 36DD's. Yeah, I know it's shallow, but I'm a boob girl. Alex was smart and funny and I honestly thought she might be "the one".
Anyway, I was spending most of my time with Alex and didn't have much of a chance to spend time with Mom. Alex said she was going to be busy Friday, so I took it as an opportunity to catch up. I called Mom to ask if she was free, but she said she couldn't make it Friday; she was busy. Eh, oh well, Mom's got stuff going on in her life, too. That happened a few more times, all on different days; a Tuesday, then a Thursday. Mom suggested we have brunch the following Sunday. That sounded wonderful, so I said yes.
It was late spring, so we had brunch in Mom's garden. We were some finger foods, a salad and a couple of mimosas in, just enjoying the nice weather. "So, Mom, you've been busy lately. Got a new beau?" I waggled an eyebrow at her.
"Well... yes... and no. I met someone, but she's a woman."
"Ooh, la, la! Get it, Mom! Tell me more!"
"Well, she's very pretty, a redhead and a bit... um... younger."
"My Mom, the cougar!" I had to take the opportunity to tease Mom a bit. "Got any pictures. Wait, let me rephrase... any pictures that aren't going to make me blush?"
Mom laughed and pulled out her phone. "Yeah, hang on just a sec." She flicked through a few photos, before holding the phone up for me to see.
I looked eagerly, then my jaw hit the floor. "What the fuck, Mom?!"
Now Mom was equally shocked. "What? What is it Jo?"
"Th-that's Alex!"
Mom went from confused to concerned. "Yeah, her name's Alex, but... how did you know? Do you know her?"
"She's my girlfriend! God, I can't believe you'd do this to me!" Mom was apologizing profusely when I stormed out. I was trembling with rage all the way home. I made it home before I collapsed onto the sofa, my fury burned out and left me sobbing, alone and heartbroken. I cried myself to sleep that night. The next morning, I called Alex and called her everything but Alex. Mom called me that afternoon, but I wasn't ready to talk to her yet. Her voicemail was just her crying, repeating that she was sorry, that she didn't know I was dating anyone, let alone Alex.
I'm ashamed to admit this, but I didn't speak to Mom for a couple of months. Every week, she'd call me. Every week I'd refuse to take her call. Every week she'd leave a voice mail saying that she loved me, she was sorry that she had hurt me, and that she missed me. Often, she'd cry and then I'd cry listening to her, but I was still too hurt to talk to her.
I did eventually get my head out of my ass and started talking to Mom again. Things were a bit tense in the early days, but that was entirely my fault. I was still holding on to the pain of my girlfriend cheating with my Mom, and that was compounded by my guilt at how I had treated Mom. Mom, as usual, was wonderful. She just reaffirmed that she loved me and was sorry that I had been hurt. Not once did she mention her own pain, even though I know Alex's betrayal and my behavior must have hurt her deeply.
We were getting pretty far into the fall when I finally did what I should've done months before. I apologized to my Mom, told her that I love her and I missed her. She responded, "I love you too, baby. I've missed you so much, but I didn't want to push you. I hope you know that my door is always open for you, baby."
"I know, Mom, and I'm sorry I haven't visited. Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't we go to the lake house for the weekend?"
"I'd love that, baby. Some folks have it rented out this weekend, can you do next weekend?" I said that sounded good and started planning.
I had my car packed so that I could head up to the lake home as soon as I left work. The lake house is a cozy little house up in the mountains that my parents built as a vacation/rental house before I was born. It's a bit hard to get to, but it's secluded and offers great privacy; the nearest neighbors are a quarter-mile away, with lots of woods in between. The two standout features that set it apart from similar places are a beautiful fireplace in the living room and a solarium with a hot tub. All in all, it's a fantastic place, whether you're looking for a family getaway or a romantic rendezvous.
Mom was waiting for me when I arrived. As soon as I walked through the door, she swept me up in her arms, hugging me like she hadn't seen me in years and feared she might never see me again. When Mom finally let me go, she asked me to help carry some stuff in. I asked why she had so much stuff and she just shrugged and said that it's better to be prepared.
Mom and I made dinner, then spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing and crying; rebuilding the most important relationship in my life. Our conversation lasted well into the night and it was just what my soul needed.
The following morning, we slept in and had a late breakfast. Over breakfast, I asked, "so... you and Alex... how did that happen?"
"Yoga class. She looked so striking with that beautiful red hair and that body, she just looked so... well... you know."
"But Mom, she's my age!" I tried to keep hints of judgment out of my voice, but I probably didn't succeed.
Mom blushed. "Yeah, I like 'em young. It makes me feel so wanted and so alive when a young woman is... well, you get the picture."
I laughed and dropped that line of conversation. While we were washing up, I suggested we use the hot tub. Mom said that sounded like a great idea and that she'd finish washing, then meet me there. I had planned on hitting the hot tub even if Mom hadn't suggested it. It's just so relaxing. I changed into the bikini that I had brought specifically for that purpose.
I was relaxing with my eyes closed when I heard Mom say, "so, whadya think?" I opened my eyes to see Mom in a t-pose with her hip cocked, wearing a white bikini that really showed off her body.
"You look great, Mom!" I said it, and I meant every word of it. Mom would describe her body as "matronly", and I can't think of a more fitting description. Whereas Mom would've used it as a pejorative, to say that she had let her body go, I'd use it as the highest compliment. The swell of her breasts and hips, the gently rounded bump of her tummy; she's the picture of femininity. Her body promises warmth and comfort. It wasn't a body born of neglect, it was a body that had created life, and nurtured life and I don't know how anyone could fail to be awestruck by the beauty of that.
"I'm glad it looks good, because it's kind of uncomfortable. The fabric's a bit scratchy." Mom joined me in the hot tub and sighed contentedly as the water started relaxing her.
We sat, eyes closed, relaxing in a comfortable silence. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and happened to look down. Stifling a laugh, I said, "um, Mom? You're having a bit of a... um... a wardrobe malfunction."
Mom's brow furrowed. "Wha?" She looked down to find that her bikini had gone almost completely transparent in the water. "Well, damn. Glad I tried this out in private instead of on a beach or something. Oh well, if it's not going to do anything to protect my modesty, might as well not put up with its itchiness!" Mom reached behind her back and untied the top, casting it aside and revealing her beautiful breasts. What shocked me was when Mom stood up and did the same to her bottoms, leaving herself completely exposed. She sat back down and gasped in shock. "Oh! Oh..."
"What's wrong, Mom?"
"Nothing's wrong. In fact, it feels really... fucking... good." Mom sounded very distracted.
"What are you talking about?"
"Take your bottoms off and sit... oh god... sit directly in front of the... oh, fuck me... the jet."
If it was having that effect on Mom, I had to give it a try. The stream was warm and soft, like a never-ending tongue licking my pussy. "Oh, holy fuck, Mom! That feels amazing!"
"I know, right? Oh fuck!" Mom's hips started bucking. "Baby, do you mind if I... oh fuck... if I let this... oh god... let this finish me?"
Normally, I wouldn't have been able to countenance the idea of being in the room with Mom when she had an orgasm, let alone sitting just across from her, but I was so close myself. "Knock your... yourself out... Mom."
"Oh, fuck. Thank you, baby. Oh holy fuck! I'm cumming! Oh fuck me, I'm cumming!"
Mom was bucking and thrashing wildly. It was pretty hot watching her have an orgasm, and it made me feel less embarrassed about the thought of cumming in front of her.
I was grunting and moaning pretty hard. Mom asked, "how are you feeling, baby? Talk to me."
"I'm... I'm about to... to cum, Mommy. I'm so close!"
Mom took my hands, holding them. "That's it, baby. Give in to your orgasm and just enjoy yourself."
"Oh god, I'm... I'm cumming, Mom!"
Mom moved to sit beside me and held me s I twitched and shuddered my way through a powerful orgasm. "That's it, baby. That's Mommy's precious girl. I love you to much, baby." She kissed my temple and stroked my hair.
The rest o the day wasn't nearly as awkward as you might expect, given that Mom and I had seen each other in such an intimate state. We just spent the day hanging out and catching up. That night, after I got ready for bed, Mom tucked me in for the first time since I was a little girl. She kissed my forehead goodnight and pulled the blankets up to my neck. It could have felt weird, since I was only wearing panties, but somehow it was just sweet and loving.
A terrible clamor woke me with a start. Outside, the wind was howling like the wailing of the damned. Normally, that wouldn't bother me, but here, far from the twinkling lights and noises of civilization, it chilled me to the bone. I got up and went to Mom's room. She stirred, looking at me through half-asleep eyes. "Mom, can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Of course, baby." Mom flipped her cover back, revealing that she slept completely nude. I crawled into bed beside Mom and she pulled the blanket back up over us both. Mom draped an arm over me, pulling me close and making me her little spoon. Her body was so warm and comforting. The slow, steady rhythm of her breathing reassured me that everything was right with the world. I felt safer and more loved than I have with anyone else. I quickly drifted off into a deep, restful sleep in my mother's arms.
My dreams that night were pleasant. I don't remember the details, just the general feeling of them. In my dreams, I felt safe and loved, but there was an almost erotic undertone as well. When I woke the next morning, I noticed my panties were wet. That wouldn't have been particularly surprising, given my dreams, but the back of my panties were also wet. Had Mom been having the same kind of dreams? I was disappointed that she wasn't there when I woke up. I missed the warmth of having her beside me.
I put on a robe and went to the kitchen for coffee. Mom was waiting for me there in a beautiful silk robe. "The storm last night was really bad, baby. I got a message that it'll be a couple of days before the roads can be cleared well enough to make them passable. Don't worry, we've got provisions to last for weeks, though."
As Mom made breakfast, I made the various calls to let people know that I wouldn't be in on Monday. After breakfast, I sat quietly for a moment gathering my courage. Finally, I blushed and said, "so... since we're stuck here... you wanna do the hot tub again?"
Mom smiled. "I was hoping you'd suggest that, baby. C'mon, let's get these dishes washed up so we can... relax."
It may have all been in my head, but I had the feeling Mom was watching me as I shimmied out of my panties to get in the hot tub. I don't know what came over me, but I decided if Mom was watching, I'd give her a show. I turned my back to Mom and bent at the waist to slide my panties down over my ankles, giving her a good view of my pussy. I got into the hot tub, positioning myself so that the jets were spraying against just the right spot.
Mom smiled down at me as she untied the belt of her robe, letting it slip open. I got a tantalizing glimpse at her womanhood before she let the robe slip off of her shoulders and fall to the ground. I saw that Mom had trimmed her bush a bit, making the edges even and giving it a slightly more uniform look. "Um, Mom... did you shave? You know... down there?"
"Well, I thought if you were going to be seeing my kitty, I should make it nice and pretty. Do you not like it?"
Mom's pussy is pretty much the opposite of mine. She has this cute little clit that pokes out between puffy labia majora that completely hide her labia minora. My clit, on the other hand, is a bit larger and my inner lips significantly more pronounced, hanging down from between my outer lips. I've been a bit self-conscious about it since I was a teenager.
"Your pussy's beautiful, Mom. I wish mine looked as good as yours." This was definitely a conversation that I couldn't believe I was having. Knowing that I was going to be masturbating with Mom made it seem somehow less absurd, though.
"Don't be silly, baby. Your kitty is absolutely gorgeous! I bet women love spreading those lovely lips and running their tongues across your pretty pink or licking and sucking that succulent little clit." I don't know why, but it made me ludicrously happy to hear Mom waxing poetic about my pussy in such lurid detail.
Mom got into the hot tub. It took her a bit of wiggling around, but I could tell from the look on her face when she found just the right position. She asked, "baby, would it weird you out too much if I played with my breasts?"
"Mom, we're masturbating together. I think we're way past prudish hangups."
Mom smiled broadly. "Thanks, baby. I really love having my nipples played with." Mom didn't miss a beat, reaching up to knead her breasts and stroke her nipples. I was watching Mom's boobs, utterly entranced by the sight of her nipples growing harder. Mom noticed my stare and reached over to tweak my nipple. "Why don't you join me, baby? I bet your tits look super-sexy with your nipples nice and hard."
I punched and pulled on my nipples. "Like this, Mommy?"
"Yeah, baby, just like that. God, you're so sexy."
"Fuck this feels good. Oh god, I'm about to cum, Mommy."
"Yeah, do it, baby. Cum for Mommy."
"Ungh, Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" The world vanished, leaving only the sensations in my pussy and nipples. Sweet fire raged through my veins and I could do nothing but moan and babble incoherently.
From somewhere in the void, I heard a loud moaning. I swam up from the oblivion of my orgasm, my eyes slowly focusing, to see Mom staring at me through half-lidded eyes. "Oh, god, baby, that was so hot. Watching you cum made Mommy so fucking horny."
"Are you going to cum, Mommy?"
"Oh god, yes, baby. I'm cumming! Watch me, baby! Watch Mommy cum!" And watch her I did. Mom was so beautiful, with her face scrunched up in the throes of what looked like an amazing orgasm. I moved over to hold Mom and stroke her hair as she twitched and shook.
We stayed in the hot tub for a while after Mom calmed down, then we got out, dried off and put on our robes to go about our day. Being snowed in, that basically amounted to sitting around by the fire chatting and drinking wine and snacking on cheese and crackers. We didn't discuss what we had just done. It wasn't like we had done anything bad, it was just a bit of fun, a naughty little game that we could share, just between us. I had a nice, pleasant buzz by the time Mom said we should make dinner. I made us pasta and salad while Mom prepared a nice alfredo sauce.
After dinner, we retreated back to the living room. Mom was sitting up straight, with her arm around my shoulder and I was curled up, leaning my head against her. Mom kissed the top of my head and I felt so cozy and safe. I turned my head to say something to Mom, I don't remember what, and our eyes met. An unspoken message passed between us, something primal and powerful. Mom leaned forward, her lips brushing lightly against mine. It was beautiful and electric!
Mom pulled back from the kiss and we stared into each other's eyes for a moment. The kiss was sublime, but I wanted more! I rose and kissed Mom again, taking her lower lip between mine to suck gently. Mom moaned and I ran my tongue along her lips. She opened her mouth and our tongues danced a waltz of lust. Mom's breathing quicken and I slid my hand up to cup her breast. Through the silk of her robe, I felt Mom's nipple hardening against my palm. I slipped my hand into her robe, eliciting a moan from Mom, "oh, baby, that feels so good."
With my free hand, I untied the belt of Mom's robe, sliding it open to reveal her beautiful body. I kissed my way down Mom's jaw, her neck, her clavicles, making my way down to her breast. I was in heaven, playing with Mom's boobs and loved seeing the effects of my love on her nipples. I felt Mom's hand on the back of my head, pulling me in closer. She moaned softly. "Mmm, baby, that feels so good. You're making Mommy so wet."
I couldn't pass that offer up. I slipped down to the floor between Mom's legs and kissed my way down her tummy. I paused a moment to run my tongue around Mom's belly button, slipping it in briefly. By the time I got down to her pussy, there was no questioning Mom's arousal. Her lips were swollen and glowing a beautiful shade of red, while juices dripped from between them. I ran my tongue between Mom's pretty lips, gathering up her sweet nectar. "Mmm, you taste so good, Mommy!"
"Oh, holy fuck, yes! Lick Mommy's kitty, baby!"
I lapped away, like a kitten at a bowl of cream. Mom's moans spurred me on, and I licked and slurped faster, devouring her pussy with all the excitement of a starving woman who has been blessed to enjoy the world's most delectable dessert. Mom pulled her feet up onto the sofa and flared her knees out, spreading her legs as wide for me as she could. I felt her hands on the back of my head, holding my face against her pussy as she started grinding.
"My clit... ungh, lick Mommy's clit, baby."
Back and forth, I flicked Mom's clit as fast as I could.
"Oh, fuck, yes! I'm cumming, baby! Oh, fuck me! My baby girl is making me cum!!"
I moved my mouth down to cover Mom's slit, letting the rhythmic pulsing of her pussy feed me her sweet cum. I couldn't believe how delicious Mom is. It's true that the most forbidden fruit tastes sweetest. I smiled up at Mom, my face glistening with her juices. She smiled back with a bit of a dazed look on her face. "Oh my god, baby. That was amazing! Come give Mommy a kiss."
I stood and kissed my Mother, deeply and passionately. When we broke the kiss, Mom licked her lips. "Mmm, I love tasting myself on your lips, baby." She untied the belt of my robe and slid it open. Mom placed light, delicate kisses all over my chest, the top of my tummy, the bottom of my breasts; everywhere except my nipples. She was teasing me and the anticipation was driving me crazy. My heart was hammering and my nipples were rock hard before she finally took one into her mouth. She sucked my nipple into her mouth, then pulled back gently stretching it before releasing it and running her tongue in circles around it. I was so turned on that I was absolutely losing my mind when Mom stopped to look up at me. She patted the seat beside her. "Sit down and let Mommy taste you, baby."
Mom sat on the floor between my feet. She lifted my leg and stroked it while kissing her way up from my ankle, my calf, the back of my knee and up to the top of my inner thigh. She got so close that I could feel her breath on my pussy and I couldn't wait to feel her tongue. That's when she moved down to repeat that approach on my other leg. I didn't think I could take any more teasing, so I begged. "Please, Mommy... please eat my pussy."
Soon baby. I promise it'll be worth the wait." She made it to the top of my inner thigh, then covered my mound of Venus in kisses. I started gyrating my hips involuntarily, trying to get her mouth onto me. Mom smiled up at me and lightly stroked my outer lips with her fingertips. "You want it, baby?"
"Oh yes, please, Mommy, please!"
Mom kissed my outer lips before sucking on my inner lips. With my lips trapped between hers, Mom pulled back a little, stretching me. I gasped at the combination of a little pain and a lot of pleasure. Mom released the tension, then reapplied it over and over. It felt so damn good and I thought that was why she was doing it, but I underestimated Mom's perverted genius. The stimulation was increasing blood flow, making me increasingly sensitive. Mom stopped sucking and used her fingers to pull my inner lips apart, stretching them taut and opening me up. She stared at me, licking her lips hungrily. "I wish you could see how pretty your kitty is, baby. It's so nice and pink, I can't wait to taste it." I nearly jumped out of my skin when Mom ran her tongue over my lips.
"Oh my god, Mom! Fuck that feels so good!"
"And it tastes even better, baby."
Mom added another trick. Between strokes of my inner lips, she tongue-fucked me, probing my depths. Mom kept that up for a while before deciding that she had gotten me hot enough. She let go of my lips and slipped a finger inside me, curling it in a "come here" motion stroking the front wall of my pussy. At the same time, she started sucking on my clit. "Oh fuck! Holy shit! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!!"
"That's it, baby! Cum for Mommy!"
I had the most amazing orgasm that I had ever felt. I have no idea how she did it, but Mom managed to keep her finger inside me and her mouth on my clit, despite my bucking and thrashing. When I calmed down a bit, Mom pulled her finger out, looked into my eyes, and put it in her mouth. She looked back down at my pussy and exclaimed, "you're a mess, baby! Here, let Mommy clean you up." Mom made an excellent effort to lick me clean, but my juices were flowing freely. The more she licked up, the more ran out. The futility of her efforts didn't seem to bother Mom, and she slurped my cream noisily. Mom's oral ministrations led me to a second, and then a third orgasm before I had to have her stop.
Mom and I spent the rest of the evening kissing and touching each other, not fucking or fingering, just loving caresses. We ended up falling asleep in each other's arms. I woke up happier than I had ever been before. I was disappointed when I realized that I was in bed alone, but didn't think too much of it since Mom always had been an early riser.
I got up and put on my robe out of habit, then made my way to the kitchen. I expected to find Mom either making breakfast or enjoying her morning cup of coffee; what I saw instead broke my heart. Mom was sitting at the table, face in her hands crying. "Mom? What's wrong?"
Mom looked up at me and sniffled. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I'm a terrible mother."
"Stop it with that nonsense! You've been a fantastic mother."
"No, baby, I haven't. What we did last night was just... wrong. I shouldn't have done that to you. I wish I could say it was just the alcohol, but...". Her breath hitched as she sobbed. "But the truth is you're so beautiful and I... I wanted you. I shouldn't have kissed you. I should've stopped things. I'm so, so sorry, baby."
I hugged Mom tightly. "It's ok, Mom. I wanted it, too, and I have no regrets. If I could back and do it over, I would do it over and over and over again, without changing a thing. I love you so much, Mom, and I loved being with you." I wiped the tears from Mom's cheeks.
"Are you saying...?"
"Yeah, if I had a chance to be with you again, I'd happily do it."
Mom smiled and sniffled. "Want to use the hot tub?"
"I would love to do that, Mom, but... I'd rather take you to bed."
"Ok, baby, if... if you're sure." I took Mom's hand and led her back to her bedroom. We spent the rest of the day in bed, together, worshiping each other's bodies. A few hours later, we took a break to grab a bite to eat. While we were snacking, Mom's phone buzzed with a text message. "The roads have been cleared. Guess we'll have to go back to the real world, tomorrow."
"Well, let's get as much loving in as we can in the time we have left, then." We played well into the night, showering each other with all the love that we had to give.
The next morning, we loaded up our cars and got ready to leave this magical island, where love conquers all, even societal taboos. I felt a sense of melancholy, fearing that once we were back to the judgmental real world I wouldn't be able to be with Mom again. We were standing on the porch, preparing to part ways, when Mom asked, "got plans for the weekend, babe?"
"No, no plans yet. How 'bout you?"
"Well, I was thinking... if you're not doing anything else, maybe you'd like to get together and... do me?" Mom blushed and looked nervous. I didn't hesitate to answer her the best way I could think of. I pulled her close and kissed her.