Could This Be Love - S03 E06

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Could This Be Love - S03 E06

Read Story: SEASON 3 EPISODE 6

I t was quieter than usual in the house when I
arose on Saturday morning. I went
downstairs and found a note on the kitchen
table from my mother saying that she had to
do some shopping for our vacation trip and
would be back by mid-afternoon. I was actually
relieved that she wasn’t home.
Like the previous Saturday, I had no idea what I
was going to say to her and I needed time to think.
What had occurred last night was not a mistake or
a slip-up this time. My mother had s----d my c--k
and most likely swallowed my sperm (at least in
my mind she had). She was probably less
inebriated than the previous Friday night so it
couldn’t be blamed on alcohol. Yet, it was still
impossible for me to fathom that my own mother
had s----d my c--k. Just thinking those words
made me question my sanity.
Instead of moping around the house I decided to
do some chores. I worked around the yard,
mowing and trimming until I was exhausted. I
went inside and got a glass of lemonade and then
decide to take a dip in the pool. The cool,
refreshing water invigorated me almost
immediately. I swam twenty laps before drying off
and lying in the sun. My mother wasn’t the only
one that needed to get a little sun before we took
our vacation. The warm sun felt good on my body
and I drifted off to sleep.
I don’t know how long I had been asleep when I
awoke with a gasp as cold water covered my chest.
“Mom,” I screamed when I realized she had
dowsed me a large glass of pool water. I jumped
up and headed for her. She was giggling as she
started to run back into the house. But I was a lot
faster and I caught her before she could get away. I
swept her up in my arms and headed for the pool,
ready to toss her in.
“No, please, Jerry,” she screamed. “At least let me
get my bathing suit on.”
She did have on a nice pair of shorts and top. I
stopped and put her down. “All right, but you’re
going in the pool for splashing me. I could have
serious psychological problems from being so
rudely awakened,” I joked.
She looked at me smugly. “Who says you don’t
already have serious psychological problems.”
I made like I was going after her again but she ran
into the house. Deciding I had had enough sun I
went inside as well. The truth was, if my mom
hadn’t awakened me when she did I could have
gotten a serious sunburn. In the house I sat down
in the living room to watch TV.
I was dozing off again when I heard my mother’s
voice.

“What do you think of this bathing suit,” she said.
I opened my eyes and saw her standing before me
in a tiny bikini. It looked relatively modest in front,
but then she turned around. There was but a small
strip of material running between her gorgeous ass
cheeks, leaving her buttocks totally bare.

“Mom!” I exclaimed. “Are you really going to wear
that on the beach?”
“I was planning on it. But you don’t like it
apparently.”

“No, I love it. It’s just … just that I have never seen
you wear something that uh …” I stuttered, looking
for the word.

“Revealing?” she asked.
I was thinking sexy, but I said, “Yes, revealing.”
“Well you should know the beach at the hotel is
clothing optional.”
“Really?” That had never occurred to me.

“Yes it is. So I might be the most dressed person on
the beach in this outfit … that is if I wear anything
at all.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing
came out. Was my mother really going to go naked
on a beach? I wondered. This vacation was
sounding better all the time.
“From the way your mouth is hanging open I
assume you approve then. I’ve got a few more
outfits to show you.” With that my mother turned
around and walked back upstairs. I stared at her
nearly naked ass until she had disappeared.

Although I was in the air-conditioned house I
found sweat dripping from my brow. And of
course I had a raging hard-on.
When she came back she had on a white top and
skirt with a red flower design. If I was shocked
with the bathing suit, this was even more daring.

The top barely covered her breasts. From my
position on the sofa, I could see the soft swells of
her lower breasts. It appeared that if she moved a
little too quickly the top would flip up and leave
her bare breasted.

“So what do you think of this one?” she asked as
she raised her arms over her head, pulling the top
even higher on her breasts.
I could plainly see that her nipples were hard
under the tiny top. “Wow,” was all I could say.
“I’ll take that as approval,” she said and then
walked away.

My mother modeled all the outfits that she had
bought. Each one seemed to reveal more skin. The
last one was another bathing suit in what appeared
to be shiny black leather. It covered very little.

I couldn’t believe that this was my conservative
mother wearing miniskirts, short tight dresses, and
low cut tube tops. To say I enjoyed the fashion
show would be an understatement. I was forced to
cover my crotch with a pillow or risk revealing my
throbbing erection.

Later that night I snuck upstairs to spy on my
mother as usual. I was peeking through the door as
she sat at her vanity doing her nightly ritual when
I saw her look directly at me. I quickly backed up
into the dark hallway, but I had a feeling it was too
late.

“Why don’t you come on in,” she said, staring at
me.

I froze. Yep, I was caught.
When I didn’t move she said firmly, “Come in here,
Jerry.”

With a trembling hand I pushed open the bedroom
door and stood like a deer caught in the headlights.
My pants were tented with my erection. She
motioned for me to come closer. I took a few more
steps and stopped in the middle of the room. My
eyes were wide as I stared at her naked body.

“Do you think I haven’t noticed you peeking at
me?” she said with a knowing smile. “Now come
over here.”

I was too embarrassed to answer. Like a zombie I
walked over to where she was sitting. Although I
was embarrassed, it didn’t stop me from staring. “I
… I … I’m sorry,” I whispered. My eyes were large
as saucers as I stared at her naked form.

“Sorry for what? Sorry that you have been spying
on me? Do you think I couldn’t have stopped that a
long time ago? I know you put the pieces of rubber
on my bedroom and bathroom doors. Did you
think you were fooling me?”
“I … uh … I’m …” I stammered, having no idea
what to say. I wanted to melt into the floor. For a
moment I considered turning and running. But I
knew that would only delay facing the music.
“I think it’s time we both stopped pretending,” she
said with a serious look on her face. “Let’s talk.”

I stood in front of her with my mind was racing. I
figured this is where she laid into me and let me
know what a pervert I had been. Yet hadn’t she
s----d me off just last night? Who was the pervert
there, I thought. Still, I wasn’t about to argue with
her because I was in fact a pervert; I am the one
that lusts after my own mother. I would take my
medicine and hope that she didn’t hate me.

“All right, first of all, let’s discuss last night. I
know I don’t have to say this, but I will anyway.
What we have done is very wrong. I mean, a
mother should not let her son do … or more
directly a mother should not do the kind of things
that I have done with you. Society frowns on
mothers and sons doing sexual things.

Unfortunately I have let it go too far already.”
She paused, looking at me strangely. I couldn’t tell
what that look meant. Was she trying to think of
the words to tell me that we had to stop? “I’m
sorry,” I blurted, not knowing what I was sorry
about. I was certainly not sorry about what we had
done.

“There is no reason to be sorry, Jerry. You haven’t
done anything wrong … I mean you are just a boy
with the raging hormones to prove it.” She paused
again before saying, “Jerry, you know I care for
you very deeply. Our relationship has been more
than a mother and son for quite some time. I feel
things for you that a mother should not feel toward
her son. Unfortunately I have given into my urges.
Chalk it up to the wine, my libido, living without a
man for so many years, or anything else you can
think of. I don’t know the true answer myself. I
only know how I feel about you. I love you Jerry
and I think you feel the same about me. Am I
right?”

Had I heard her right? Did she say she loved me?

My heart was suddenly ready to leap out of my
chest. She was saying things I had thought a
thousand times but never imagined I would hear
them from her. I heard what she was saying yet my
brain was having a very difficult time
understanding her words.”
“Earth to Jerry,” she said. She seemed to be saying
that to me a lot lately.
“Uh … yes … I mean … I … I do love you.” My
muttered words sounded incredibly lame. I had
rehearsed a thousand times what I would say to
her if I ever got the chance to reveal my true
feelings, never expecting to get the opportunity.
Now that I had the chance all I could do was stutter
inane words in response. God, I’m an idiot, I
thought.

She looked at me and smiled. “I guess that will do
for now.” Then she said, “The other thing I know
is that I love the things we have done. I know I
shouldn’t and I have beat myself up over and over.
Now I suppose I have accepted what we have done
as a natural outcome of our closeness. We could
stop and live a lie … both of us unhappy.”

I stood looking dumb wondering if she was saying
we could keep doing the things we had done. That
was almost too much for my mind to comprehend.
When I didn’t say anything she said, “What I am
saying is that I have decided that we can continue
to do sexual things … but with limits.”
I had no idea what the limits would be, and I really
didn’t care at that point. I would take anything I
could get.

I think my mother could see that I was no longer
listening to her. She said, “Come closer, Jerry.”
I hesitated for only a second before I moved closer
to her on shaky legs. Now I was standing directly
in front of my mother with my c--k tenting my
underwear.
“Take your c--k out. I want to see it,” she said in a
matter-of-fact tone.
“Huh?” I mumbled.
“I said, take your c--k out, I want to see it,” she
repeated.
I could see that her chest was moving up and down
more rapidly, indicating that her breathing had
increased. It matched mine. With shaking hand I
reached into my underwear and pulled my c--k
out. It sprang out of my shorts, the head swollen
and dripping clear juice. At first I felt embarrassed,
but then I saw the look in my mother’s eyes and
felt pride. I t----t my hips out.
“My, my, you have grown into quite a man,” she
said in a half whisper as if she was talking to
herself. “I couldn’t see it well last night,” she added
as she reached her hand toward it.
I could see that her hand was trembling. I watched
with eyes wide as her hand slowly wrapped
around the s---t.
“Nice and thick. It will make some woman very
happy someday.”
I don’t want to make some woman happy, I
thought, I want to make you happy. I watched as
she began to slowly stroke me, moving her hand up
and down the s---t as her eyes stared at the
pulsing head. A large drop of juice appeared at the
slit. She used her thumb to rub it across the head.
As I stared down at my mother stroking my c--k, I
began to tremble. My heart was beating so rapidly
that I was suddenly light headed and my knees
began to grow weak.
“Mmmm, it’s getting bigger. And these balls are
really starting to squirm,” she said with growing
confidence at the control she had over me. “I think
they need emptying. What do you think?”
Words choked in my throat and I couldn’t answer.
I nodded my head.
She rubbed her palm across the dripping head,
coating it with my copious juice before she began
to stroke me faster.
I was gasping for breath now, my hips suddenly
following the rapid movement of her hand. She
worked her hand up and down my c--k creating
froth, which in turn created a sloppy sucking
sound that echoed from the walls of her bedroom.
Her sparkling blue eyes stared at the swollen head
of my c--k, waiting, anticipating the explosion. She
didn’t have long to wait.
“Mommmm!” I gasped in warning.

She ignored me, continuing to pump my c--k with
increased speed. Suddenly I screamed and the head
of my c--k grew to the size of a small plum before
the slit opened, blasting c-m into the air like a
broken fire hydrant. My eyes were closed, but I
could hear the splats of the hot white cream as they
hit my mother. My balls felt like they were on fire
as stream after stream of juice poured from the
end of my c--k. It went on for a long time—or at
least it seemed that way—before the stream began
to die.

When I opened my eyes, I gasped. The smiling face
of my mother was covered with my c-m. Some had
landed in her hair and some on her forehead with
the remainder hitting her in the face. It was
dripping in long strings toward her soft t--s.
“Oh my,” she laughed as she looked down at the
mess I had created.
“I’m … sorry,” I managed. But I wasn’t. It had been
more than incredible.
“No need to apologize, c-m is good for the skin;
pure protein,” she said with a smile as she began to
massage it into her breasts and across her
stomach. “Mmmm,” she murmured as she spread
my juice all over her. “Better than my expensive
cream.”

I watched with wide eyes as she scooped some
from her face and took it into her mouth, closing
her eyes and moaning in the process. I saw her
swallow and my c--k lurched as if it was about to
get hard again.

My mother smiled and said, “I guess I had better
get to bed.” She stood and stepped into my arms
and gave me a mind-shattering kiss. Her tongue
was alive in my mouth as her breasts pressed into
my bare chest. My c--k began to harden.

When my mother felt it she pulled away. She
laughed and said, “Ah, youth. Now you get to bed
too.” With a final kiss on the cheek and a loving
pat on my slowly erecting c--k she shooed me from
her room.

Back in my own bed I masturbated twice before
falling to sleep.