Could This Be Love - S03 E07

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Could This Be Love - S03 E07

Read Story: SEASON 3 EPISODE 7

I got up early the next morning. I hadn’t felt
this good in … well, I don’t think I ever felt
this good. I was whistling as I washed my
mom’s old minivan when she looked out the
door.

“Ready for some breakfast?” she asked.
“Starved,” I returned with a smile.
“Come on in, it’s almost ready.”
“I’m almost done. I’ll be there in a minute.” I
hurried to clean up the car washing material and
put it away in the garage. I was wearing a pair of
shorts and T-shirt with tennis shoes. The front of
my shorts and shirt were a little wet but I didn’t
think that mattered. My butt was dry. I went into
the kitchen to see my mother putting breakfast on
the table. I sat down as she went to the refrigerator
and bent over to get the orange juice. My heart
started to beat more rapidly as I stared at her
gorgeous ass. God, she was driving me crazy, I
thought. How was I going to manage keeping my
hands off her? But then again, maybe she didn’t
want me to keep my hands off her.
As she walked by me I reached up and grabbed
her, pulling her to my lap. She didn’t resist, but she
didn’t encourage me either. When I pulled her
head to me, she let me kiss her and, in fact, slipped
her tongue into my mouth. My c--k, which was
already half hard, sprung to full mast.

“Your breakfast is going to get cold,” she said as
she extracted herself from my grasp. She glanced
down and smiled before she took a seat at the table
across from me.
“I think everything is ready for our trip. You know
we leave day after tomorrow, right? Are you
packed?”
I looked at her with a sardonic smile. She knew I
was a procrastinator when it came to stuff like that.
“Sure,” I said, but she could tell it was a lie.
“You need to get your stuff together.”
“I know. It’ll only take me an hour to pack. Don’t
worry, I won’t hold you up.”
“All right,” she said as she began to eat.

I watched her put a fork of food in her mouth and
chew. Even that simple action made my heart
flutter … I swear I can’t understand this love stuff.
It was starting to drive me crazy. Everything she
did had suddenly turned sensuous. I didn’t realize
that I was staring when my mother paused and
looked at me strangely.
“What?” she asked.
“Huh?”
“You were staring at me.”
My face turned red. “Sorry,” I mumbled. I caught a
smile turning up her lips as I dropped my eyes
back to my own food. Suddenly the butterflies in
my stomach made the food less appetizing. When I
looked up again, my mother had finished eating.
“Well, I have things to do. See you later,” she said
and got up. As she walked past me she reached out
and ran her hand across my face. I felt a tremor go
through me.

I was incredibly excited all day. My c--k was hard
as a rock and barely went down. The strange thing
was that I didn’t know what I was more excited
about—what we had done sexually or the
opportunity to be with her for two weeks; probably
both things. When the day was over, I was almost
relieved. It felt like I was a little boy again waiting
for Santa. Only I knew that Santa was my mother
and she held all the presents.
It was much later in the day when my mother
passed by the family room and said, “Jerry, I’m
going up to take my bath now.”
“Uh … okay, mom,” I said, wondering why she was
telling me this.
Then she said, “I was wondering if you would
mind washing my back.”
“Huh?” I said stupidly.
“It’s okay if you have something else to do. You
don’t have to,” she returned.
“No!” I almost screamed. “I don’t have anything to
do.” I watched as she turned and walked up the
steps, her sexy butt swaying in front of my eyes.

Like a puppy I rushed to follow her, my heart
suddenly pounding in my chest.
“Oh, and you can take the little rubber piece off the
door frame any time you want. You won’t need to
peek at me anymore,” she said as I followed her
into the bathroom. My face flushed several shades
of red when I realized that she must have known
all along.
I held my breath as my mother bent over the tub
and started the water. She turned to me and said,
“You may want to take off your clothes so you
don’t get them wet.”
“Uh … yeah,” I stammered but quickly began to
strip. I watched as my mother did the same, her
actions much more graceful then my frantic
stripping. When I was naked and my c--k pulsing
in front of me I watched my mother step into the
nearly filled tub. She slowly slipped beneath the
water with a contented sigh.
“You can’t wash my back from over there,” she
said.
I hurried over and knelt next to the tub. My
mother handed me a washcloth and a bar of Dove
soap. My hands were trembling as I began to wash
her flawless back.
“Mmmm, she moaned as I rubbed the soft cloth
across her back.
I then moved the cloth to her neck and slowly ran
it across the nape of her neck and then around to
the other side. Finally I began to move the cloth
down toward her large and inviting breasts. I
looked at my mother’s face to see if she was going
to stop me. She smiled.
“I thought I asked you to wash my back?” she said,
but she didn’t try to stop my hand as it slipped
lower to her breast.
I said, “Well, I just wanted to make sure you were
clean.”

My mother laughed at my dumb remark but leaned
back, lifting her breasts out of the water. I was
breathing heavily as I slowly ran the cloth over one
large breast and down to the hard n----e. I heard
my mom sigh as I gently lifted and washed that
breast before moving on to the other. When both
breasts were washed and rinsed, I slipped the cloth
down and under the water, moving down her
stomach. When my hand passed her navel, I let the
cloth go and continued with my bare hand. I
waited for my mother to stop me, but she didn’t.
I heard her sigh and felt her hips move when my
fingers reached the top of her p---y. Slowly I
slipped my fingers between the lips and down to
her opening. With a quick flick of my wrist I
pushed my middle finger into my mother’s p---y.
“Ohhhh, Jerry,” she gasped as her hips began to
immediately move on my finger. Her mouth
opened as her breathing began to increase.
I leaned closer and kissed her. She opened her
mouth wide, sucking my tongue in. My finger
began to move at the same rhythm as my tongue in
her mouth. I f----d her mouth with my tongue as
my finger f----d her p---y. My c--k was
throbbing and threatened to squirt when I felt her
p---y began to spasm on my finger.
“Oh, Jerry, you’re going to make me c-m,” she
gasped.
“I want you to c-m, Mom. I want to finger f--k
your p---y until you c----x,” I said, not even
thinking about the fact that I was using the word
f--k in front of my mother for the first time in my
life.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she hissed as her hips began to
move faster and the walls of her p---y squeezed
my finger even tighter. “Ahhhh,” she cried and her
body stiffened, her hips lifting from the bottom of
the tub and she threw her head back in pleasure.
“Mmmmmmpppphhhh,” she moaned as a strong
c----x rushed through her.
When the pulsing inside her p---y began to slow, I
used my thumb to find her swollen c--t. I began to
move my thumb back and forth on the swollen
nub until her hips began to move again.
“Oh, Jerry, no,” she gasped, but didn’t stop me.

I worked my thumb up and down on her c--t,
centering on the motion that made her gasp the
most. I reached over and began to knead her
breast, moving my thumb gently over her swollen
c--t as I did.
“Mmmm, yes, Jerry, keep that up,” she gasped.
I had no intention of stopping until she climaxed
again. Within a few seconds I got my wish. Her
body tensed and a second even stronger c----x
began. I moved my thumb rapidly across her c--t as
her body shook with pleasure. This c----x seemed
to last longer. When she finally stopped shaking,
she collapsed into the water with a loud sigh.
“Oh my goodness,” she gasped when she could
speak again. “You certainly now how to pleasure a
girl with your fingers. Where did you learn that?”
“I read a lot,” I lied. She didn’t believe me anyway.
“Now it’s your turn,” she said. “Stand in the tub.”
I stood up, my c--k still throbbing and dripping a
steady stream of juice as I stepped into the tub.
Suddenly my c--k was just inches from my
mother’s mouth. She smiled up at me and then
opened her mouth and took it inside. “Oh Jesus,
Mom,” I moaned as her lips closed around my
c--k. I watched with growing excitement as my
mother’s lips stretched over my swollen c--k.

Suddenly I felt my mother’s hand slip between my
legs and move up to my ass. “Mom,” I gasped as
her finger moved between my cheeks. I wondered
briefly what she was doing with her finger, but her
mouth on my c--k felt so good I couldn’t
concentrate on anything else. I could feel her
finger wiggling between my cheeks until it found
my back passage. I lurched forward as her finger
slipped inside my ass. “Mom,” I gasped again. But
she didn’t stop until she had pushed her finger into
my ass. I was amazed that it didn’t hurt and after a
short time actually began to feel good. I had no
idea why it felt good, but the combination of her
finger and her lips was bringing me to a peak very
quickly. I moved my hips back and forth, with her
finger massaging me as her tongue worked on my
c--k head.
“Mom,” I warned when I felt my balls begin to
tighten. My mother’s reaction was to move her
finger and mouth faster. “I’m going to c-m,” I said
to make sure she knew that I was getting ready to
c-m in her mouth. I heard her moan deep in her
throat and she suck harder. With a bellow that
surprised even me, I pushed my hips forward,
burying my c--k deep in my mother’s mouth. I
froze as the head of my c--k exploded, blasting my
copious juice to the back of her throat. I heard her
gag for a moment before she began to swallow.
There was no doubt now; my mother was
swallowing my c-m … every drop. She moaned as
she s----d harder, trying to draw every ounce out
of my balls. She succeeded.
When my c--k was drained, I almost fell backward
out of the tub. I quickly stepped out of the tub,
gasping for breath as I looked down at my
mother’s beautiful face. She was smiling at me.