Could This Be Love - S03 E02

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Could This Be Love - S03 E02

Read Story: SEASON 3 EPISODE 2

W hen Mom came back with the pizza, she
had composed herself. Her robe was
tightened at the waist and her face had
lost some of the flush. The pinkness
remaining on her cheeks was probably due
to the wine. She put the pizza on the coffee table
and sat down.

“I’ll get more wine,” I said as I stood up. Fortunately
my erection had subsided somewhat. I picked up the
nearly empty bottle. We normally only had one bottle
on Friday nights. I quickly emptied the last into her
glass and rushed off to the kitchen. When I returned
she was eating a piece of pizza. I put the movie on
and although there was plenty of room on the sofa, sat
close to her with my thigh touching hers.
“Oh, you spilled something on your shorts,” she said
when she saw the dark stain on my underwear.
My face turned red as I looked down. “Uh … yeah, I
spilled a little wine and tried to wash it off in the
kitchen,” I lied.

After all the insufferable previews, the movie finally
flicked to life. I reached across my mother and turned
off the lamp at the end of the sofa. Now the room was
lit only by the glow of the TV screen. We sat quietly,
watched the movie and ate the pizza. I don’t know
about my mother, but I was very much aware of her
thigh touching mine. I could feel the scorching heat of
her body against my leg. When I had eaten a couple of
slices of pizza and refilled our glasses again, I scooted
away from my mother.
“Put your legs across mine and I’ll give you a foot
massage,” I said.
“You really want to know where we are going on
vacation. But I’m not going to tell you,” she giggled,
her words just a tad slurred. The wine was starting to
affect her.
I had completely forgotten about the vacation. It was
the last thing on my mind at the moment. “Uh … yep, I
do.”

She lifted her legs, stuffing the robe between them,
and placed them across my legs. “Wait,” I said and
rushed upstairs to her bedroom and brought back her
favorite skin cream … the stuff she always uses on her
breasts. I sat back down and brought her feet to my
lap again, placing the heels in my crotch. I poured
cream onto the top of her foot. As we watched the
movie, I began to rub the cream between her toes and
cross the top and bottom of one foot. I continued to
massage her foot for some time. When I looked at my
mother, her eyes were closed and her face serene.

Slowly I massaged one foot and then the other, moving
her heels against my private parts. With a good half
bottle of wine in me, I no longer cared to hide my
erection. My stiff c--k was lying directly under her
heel now. As I massaged, I moved her foot back and
forth, rubbing the heel up and down my s---t.

Incredibly, when I paused to reach for my glass of
wine, my mother’s foot continued to move back and
forth without help from me. It was subtle, but quite
noticeable. I looked at her and saw that her eyes were
still closed, but her mouth was open and she seemed to
be breathing faster. I took a gulp of wine and sat the
glass down quickly. Instead of moving back to her feet,
I began to massage the calf of her leg.

“Mmmm, Jerry,” she said, almost in a moan.
Pulling on her leg, I moved her foot higher on my
stomach, forcing her legs open a bit. I strained my
eyes to see between her thighs. The light just wasn’t
good enough.

The calf of her other leg was moving sensuously across
my now very hard c--k. I wondered if she realized
what she was doing. Yet, even in my alcohol-fogged
brain, I figured that she must have known what I was
doing.

I had to see between her legs. I adjusted my position
on the sofa until I was closer to her with her thighs
over mine. Boldly I pulled one leg further away from
the other, moving my hand higher on her thigh as I
did. Suddenly I could see the dark area between her
thighs. I moved her leg slightly until the light from the
TV brightened the dark area. I suppressed a gasp. I
could see everything. She didn’t have panties on and I
could clearly see her p---y lips. Even in the flickering
light of the TV I could see that the inner lips were
swollen and were covered with a sheen of glistening
juice. My mother was excited … no doubt about it.
With a slight moan she moved her legs together,
shutting off my view. Undeterred, I began to massage
her thighs, using a small amount of skin cream as
lubricant.

“Ohhhh,” my mother gasped as my left hand began to
massage higher, gently working upward. Her head was
back on the arm of the sofa and she was breathing
heavily through her slightly opened mouth. The sexual
tension in the dark room was strong enough to cut
with a knife. My fingers slipped yet higher between
her legs, kneading the soft and warm flesh inside her
thighs, now only inches from her p---y.

Taking an incredible risk, I reached into my shorts and
pulled my throbbing c--k from the opening. Then I
pulled the calf of my mother’s leg to my c--k. I heard
her moan, but she didn’t pull away. Instead she began
to gently move her calf back and forth across my
erection as she had done before, but this time there
was no material between her leg and my c--k … just
bare flesh. It was an incredible feeling, better than any
wet dream I had ever had.
I was almost out of my mind with excitement as I
inched my fingers ever higher.

The robe was opened
almost to her crotch now. My head was spinning and
my hands were shaking noticeably. I heard my mother
whisper something.
It sounded like “Jerry … no.” I chose to ignore it when
I felt her thighs tremble under my hand.

Suddenly the tips of my fingers were touching her
p---y lips. Her body froze and her leg ceased moving.

I couldn’t believe that I was touching my mother’s
p---y. With the alcohol pulsing through my veins I
grew bolder. With two trembling fingers I opened the
inner lips, exposing her swollen c------s. Although I
had never actually had intercourse, I wasn’t a total
novice. I had played with my girlfriends and used my
fingers on them, but I had never seen anything like
this. Her c--t was huge. It looked like a miniature penis
with a helmet covering the tiny s---t. It was
quivering. “Oh my God,” I whispered under my
breath. My mother was moaning quietly now and her
hips had begun to move up and down.

Although I had never done it, I fought the sudden urge
to try to kiss her p---y. I was certain that that would
have ended whatever we were doing. Instead, I slowly
slipped my middle finger into the warm and very wet
opening. Her slick juices allowed my finger to move
unimpeded.

“Ohhhh, nooooo, Jerry,” my mother gasped, but did
nothing to stop me. In fact her hips lifted upward and
her legs parted, taking my finger deeply into her body.

I had never felt anything so wonderful. Yes I had had
my finger in a few girls, but nothing this hot, soft, or
wet. It was incredible. The warm walls caressed my
finger, almost sucking it into her body. When it was in
as far as possible, I began to gently rub her throbbing
c--t with my thumb.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she gasped. Or was it “No, no, no.”

Since her hips were now moving up and down to the
movement of my finger I figured I could continue.
Encouraged now, I slipped another finger inside and
began to move them in and out more forcefully.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she whispered. Then, “Oh,
oh, oh, oh.” The room suddenly filled with a sucking
sound from my fingers moving in and out of her now
flooding p---y. I could smell her excitement and it
seemed that the room was beginning to spin. My eyes
were wide as I stared at the juncture of my fingers
and my mother’s p---y. She seemed tight, I thought,
considering I had come from that opening eighteen
years ago. The thought made my c--k throb and it
squirted more juice into my already sodden
underwear.

Suddenly my mother grabbed my hand and pulled my
fingers deeply into her. Her hips lifted from the sofa
and her body froze. Little whimpers slipped from her
mouth as her body trembled. I could feel her p---y
clinching on my fingers, as if it was trying to pull
them into her body. I couldn’t believe that I was finger
f-----g my mother and that I was making her c----x.

With each grunt of pleasure more juice poured across
my fingers and hand until they were soaked with her
p---y juice. If I had any doubts that I loved my
mother like a man and not a son, they evaporated in
that instant. If I had touched my c--k, it would have
exploded.

As my mother’s trembling slowed, I felt her pushing
my hand away, assuming she wanted me to pull my
fingers out. Instead, before my fingers were all the
way out of her p---y, she pulled them back in, almost
violently. Then pushed them out again. I quickly
realized what she wanted and began to move my
fingers in and out more forcefully. I moved my hand
quickly, but I was ever aware that I didn’t want to
hurt her. It didn’t take long before she was climaxing
for the second time … or had it been one long c----x.

The squeezing inside her p---y had never stopped. She
gasped and trembled, a continuous and plaintiff moan
escaping her lips. The sweet aroma of her climaxing
p---y made me dizzy with excitement.

It took several minutes before my mother finally
released my hand. Then her body collapsed like a
deflated balloon. I looked at my hand and saw it
shining with her copious p---y juice. The sticky fluid
was covering my fingers and my palm and there was
even some on the backside of my hand. I hated the
thought of having to wash that hand. I was trembling
with excitement, but I didn’t know what to do. I fell
back on the sofa, still gasping for breath. Then I felt
my mother’s foot on my c--k again. I looked over at
her and although she appeared to be asleep and was
breathing normally, her foot was moving ever so
slightly.

I brought my hand down to the instep of her foot and
rubbed her juices on my c--k and then her foot. Then
I gently grasped her foot, guiding it on my c--k. Was
she moving it, I wondered, or was it just motion from
my pounding heart. Then I didn’t care anymore. I
could feel my c----x building. I held her foot to me,
now moving it slowly upward and then downward.

The throbbing started deep in my soul. It was such a
strange feeling, almost frightening. The pulsing was
slow at first, but grew rapidly. Wanting it to last, I
fought to hold back. It was a losing battle. I began
lifting my hips from the sofa. I muffled a scream as my
c--k suddenly throbbed and shot a huge string of hot
c-m into the air. I had no idea where it went nor did
I care at the moment. Another blast followed quickly
and then another, and another. It felt as though my
balls were going to implode as every ounce of c-m
squirted up the s---t.

When the last dribble was pumped out I fell back on
the sofa. I turned to look at my mother and was
relieved to see that she still had her eyes closed and
appeared to be sleeping. Her foot was no longer
moving … it had stopped at the last throb of my c--k. I
was a mess. My hand was covered in c-m. It was on
my leg and on the sofa as well. There was a good bit
on the crown of my mother’s foot too. Feeling
embarrassed I quickly grabbed some napkins and tried
to clean up the mess I had made. Then I grabbed the
pizza box and the remains of the wine and headed for
the kitchen. I put the pizza and wine in the
refrigerator. When I went back into the living room I
was almost relieved to see that my mother was gone. I
finished cleaning up and when upstairs. My mother’s
door was closed. I went to bed and masturbated again
before I fell into an exhausted sleep.