Could This Be Love - S03 E11

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Could This Be Love - S03 E11

Read Story: SEASON 3 EPISODE 11

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T he next day we arose early, had breakfast
and headed down to the dock for our
planned boat trip. My mom had arranged
an all day trip on a large catamaran. There
were about fifteen people on board. We sailed to
a small island where we were allowed to sun on
the beach (clothed) and snorkel the reefs around
the island. Of course my mother was by far the
prettiest woman there.
My mom and I felt totally free to act as if we were
newlyweds. We held hands, kissed, and generally
acted like lovers. Certainly we received stares, but
they were more likely from jealously then from our
age difference. At one point we slipped down a
trail to a gorgeous waterfall. There we stood in an
alcove under the crashing water and kissed. With
my mother’s approval, I slipped my fingers into
her tiny bikini and played with her p---y.

However, she stopped me when I began to slip to
my knees.
“Later,” she whispered as she pulled me to my feet.
When we finally arrived back at the hotel we were
exhausted. While I was more than willing to
partake in a little sexual pleasure she convinced me
to wait until the following morning, promising a
reward. That sent my imagination into overdrive.
We slept like logs that night with the windows open
and the sound of the ocean waves crashing just
yards from us. The next morning I was up early …
both my body and my c--k. I slipped onto the patio
wearing only a pair of shorts and sat down to
relive the numerous dreams I had had about my
mother last night.
“Ah, there you are,” my mother said as she stepped
onto the patio a few minutes later. She was
wearing a hotel bathrobe.
“Hi, sleepyhead,” I said, mimicking her from the
other day.

“Wow, I was out like a light last night,” she said as
she stretched her arms over her head. The action
opened her robe allowing me to see her legs, all
the way to her thighs.
I reached over and grasped her thigh, running my
hand upward until my fingers touched her bare
p---y. Instead of admonishing me I felt my mother
open her thighs slightly. I think we both moaned
when my finger found her opening. My middle
finger slipped into her seemingly always wet p---y.
When I started sawing my finger in and out she
grabbed my hand.
“Let’s go inside,” she said. Then she took my hand
and led me back into the bedroom.
I stripped off my shorts in record time. My mother
turned to me, looking directly into my eyes as she
slipped off her robe.
“Lay on the bed,” she whispered almost
breathlessly.

I hurried to comply, wondering what she had in
mind. I remembered her promise of a reward for
waiting for sex until this morning. As I lay on my
back my mother crawled onto the bed and knelt
between my legs. Then she bent over and lovingly
took my c--k into her hands. As she gently stroked
me she stared into my eyes.
“I thought a lot about our relationship yesterday,”
she said. “I know this is crazy … what we have
done on this trip, the sexual relation we have
developed … all of it.”
“Mom,” I said, but she put her hand up to stop me.

“Let me finish. I love you and I know you love me
and it is much more than just love between mother
and son.”
I nodded my head, wondering where this was
going. We had gone over this before.

“I know you’re thinking we have discussed this
and you are obviously correct. But, bear with me.
This … this is difficult for me, because I have all
these emotions going through me. Things like how
wrong this is … how dangerous this is … where all
of this is going … a thousand things. But then I
think about how much I love you and how much I
love the things we have done and, incredibly, all
those cautions go out the window. I look at this,”
she said, holding my c--k up and looking at it with
a look of true devotion. “I look at this beautiful
c--k and how it longs for me, and my willpower
crumbles.”

My mother paused and stroked me several times
bringing a large bubble of clear juice to the slit. As
the bubble grew and began dribble down the side
of my c--k she said, “Look at how much it wants
me. Wants to be inside me.”
My c--k throbbed and I closed my eyes and
moaned. I hoped I knew what was coming.
“My p---y needs this c--k. I’ve decided to let you
f--k me. Will you do that? Will you f--k your
mother?”

My eyes sprang open. “Oh God, Mom,” I gasped.

“I take that as approval,” she said. Then she bent
over and took the head of my c--k into her mouth.
I started to tremble as I watched her suck my c--k
lovingly.
When she pulled away the s---t was soaked with
her saliva. “I think it’s ready for me.” With that she
stood up on the bed and moved over me. There she
squatted so that her p---y was just inches from my
pulsing c--k head. “My p---y is throbbing like you
c--k is. When you slipped it into me the last night I
realized that it had been far too long since I had
had a c--k inside me. But I don’t want just any
c--k. I want your c--k … my son’s c--k. It’s so
wrong, but I can’t stop it. The fact that you came
out of this p---y over eighteen years ago makes it
so much more exciting. That is crazy I know.”

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. There
was nothing left to say. I watched as my mother
slowly lowered her hips until the head of my c--k
was touching her already wet p---y. Then she
moved lower, taking the head into her. Her mouth
opened as she stared into my eyes.
“Oh, Mom,” I gasped as she pushed lower. Inch by
inch my c--k slipped into my mother’s p---y until
it was all inside her again. And it felt as good as
the first time.

My mother paused with my c--k inside her to my
balls. Her eyes closed in pleasure. “Oh, Jerry, your
c--k feels so good inside me. It feels so big. I can
feel the head touching my cervix. I’ve never had
anything that deep before.”
I felt her p---y throb and squeeze my c--k. I
gritted my teeth to keep from shooting my load
inside her that very minute. Still I didn’t know how
long I was going to last.
My mother began to move upward with agonizing
slowness. I watched my p---y wet c--k slip out of
her until only the head was left inside. Then with a
groan she slammed back down.

“Ahhhhh,” I gasped over my mother’s cry of
pleasure. “Yes, f--k me … f--k me,” I cried without
concern that the people in the room next door
might hear.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah,” my mother hissed as she began to
move up and down on my c--k. “Yes, yes, yes,” she
screamed.

I couldn’t hold out very long. Her tight p---y and
the excitement of knowing I was finally f-----g my
mother was too much for me. “Mom, Mom, Mom,
I’m going to c-m,” I warned. I wondered again if
she was going to let me c-m inside her.
Reading my mind she said, “It’s okay … c-m in me
… c-m in me, please. I need your cummmmm.”

That was all it took. I bellowed as I pushed my hips
upward, forcing my c--k as deeply as possible into
my mother’s willing p---y. Suddenly it felt like
every drop of fluid in my body was draining out of
me though my c--k. Blast after blast of c-m shot
from me and deep into my mother. Somewhere in
my pleasure I realized that she was climaxing as
well. My spasms seemed to go on for a long time,
but when I was finally drained I realized that my
mother was still climaxing. I looked up at her lust-
contorted face and my heart almost leaped out of
my chest as the realization hit me; now we were
more than mother and son, now we were truly
lovers. My c--k never grew soft as my mother
shuddered through one c----x after another.

I knew that I could go on for a long time now. She
bounced on my throbbing c--k, swaying from
sided to side, her head thrown back and her mouth
opened wide. I watched her t--s bounce up and
down, almost as if they were moving in slow
motion. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles. The
slapping of her thighs and ass cheeks on my thighs
echoed from the walls of the hotel room … her
grunts of pleasure blended with my own gasps. I
let my mother work on me until she was near
exhaustion. Finally I signaled that I was ready to
c----x.

“Yes baby, c-m in your mother’s p---y. Fill me
with your hot juice again. I want all of it. Please.”
I lifted my hips and bellowed as my second load of
c-m blasted from my balls. I wondered for a
second where it was all coming from. But then my
mind went blank as pleasure ripped through me.
When my mother’s and my c----x finally ended
she flopped onto me, pressing her still heaving
breasts to my chest. I wrapped her in my arms and
held her tight. Then I felt her sobbing.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, incredibly worried that
she now regretted what we had just done.
She pulled back and looked at me with her tear
stained eyes. “It was so … so incredible. I don’t
think I have ever had so many climaxes or one that
lasted that long. It was like a tidal wave washing
over me and it just kept buffeting me with
pleasure, over and over. It was totally amazing. I
love you more than you can ever know,
sweetheart.” She leaned down and kissed me.

I moaned as her tongue went into my mouth. I felt
my c--k begin to harden inside her soaked p---y
again. When she felt it she pulled back and looked
at me with amazement. I smiled and shrugged my
shoulders. Then I flipped her onto her back. “You
f----d me, now it’s my turn to f--k you.” She
laughed as she wrapped her legs around my waist
and lifted her hips in answer … or was it a
challenge? I took it as the latter and began to pump
my c--k into her with a vengeance.

“Yes, yes, yes, f--k me hard,” my mother screamed.

I did. The juice from my previous climaxes was
splattering all over both of us. I f----d her until
she climaxed three or four more times … I lost
count. Then I climaxed inside her for a third time.
We both lay on the bed gasping for breath with me
on top of her. I rolled off and pulled her into my
arms. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” I said
over and over.

My mother practically purred as I held her in my
loving arms. After a while we crawled under the
covers and snuggled until we fell asleep. It was
barely light outside when I awaken from a sex
dream. When I opened my eyes I realized it wasn’t
a dream. My mother was sucking my c--k. I’m not
sure what her plan was, but I wanted to f--k her
again. I pulled her head from my c--k and pushed
her over until her back was toward me. From
behind I slipped my c--k into her still very wet
p---y.

I f----d her hard for at least an hour. She gasped
out in pleasure and climaxed again and again.
When the friction finally got to me I screamed that
I was going to c-m. She pushed her hips back into
me and took my load of c-m deep into her.
Although it was mid-morning, we crawled back
into the bed and fell asleep.
I woke up first and realized the sun was well up in
the sky. For a moment I thought of starting
something again but decided to just watch my
mother instead. Her face was serene as she slept
with her head on the pillow. Her hair was a mess
and her makeup smeared but she still looked
beautiful. I reached over and brushed hair from
her face. As I did she opened her eyes.
She smiled and whispered dreamily, “What are you
doing?”
“Just looking at the woman I love.”
She smiled again sensually and closed her eyes. “I
love you too, sweetheart,” she whispered. Then she
sighed and stretched her arms causing the sheet to
fall from her large breasts. She pushed the sheet off
her and looked down. A little frown crossed her
face.

“I’m a mess,” she said.
“You look beautiful to me,” I said, thinking she was
referring to her hair and makeup.
“No, I mean down there,” she answered with a
laugh.
“Oh,” I answered a little embarrassed as I looked
at her sperm covered p---y and thighs. It was still
dripping from her p---y and her thighs were
covered with the dried remains.
“I can’t believe how much c-m you have in those
balls, it’s still coming out of me,” she said. “I’m
glad I can’t get pregnant or I would surely be
knocked up after last night.”
“You can’t get pregnant because you are on the
pill, right?” I asked, having assumed she was on
the pill.

“No, I’m not on the pill now. But I’m pretty sure I
can’t get pregnant anyway. I told you I wanted
another baby but your father didn’t. We had sex
for several years without protection and nothing
happened. I was never on the pill all those years.
My heart suddenly leaped into my throat as I
thought again of that day years ago when I went to
the doctor’s office with my father. I suddenly
realized that my mother didn’t know he had had a
vasectomy.
I must have had a strange look on my face because
my mother said, “What’s wrong?”
“Mom, uh … uh … d--n I don’t if this is important
but … I don’t know how to tell you this.”
“What?” she asked suddenly concerned.

“Oh, shit. You didn’t know. I mean you obviously
didn’t know that Dad … that Dad had a vasectomy.
It was around when I was … uh let’s see, we were
just going to sell the old Buick, so I was ten.”
“What?” she gasped with raised voice. “You’re
kidding.”
“No. I went to the doctor’s office with him. I didn’t
think much of it at ten. I was going to tell you …

tell you the other day, but I didn’t think it was
important.” I saw my mother’s face turn as white
as a sheet.
“That son-of-a-b---h, he never told me that,” she
snarled. “D--n him to hell, that was when we
were trying to have another child,” she added, her
anger blocking out the reality of the risk we had
just taken by my cumming inside her.
“What are we going to do?” I said in panic.
She looked at me for a moment without
comprehending. Then her eyes opened wide. “Oh,”
she gasped.
“I’m sorry,” I said.

Her face showed her concern but she tried to hide
it. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know,” she said
with incredible calmness considering the situation.
Then she sighed and said, “Well, we can’t do much
at this point. I think it is a pretty remote possibility
that I would get … uh … get pregnant from the first
time. I mean it has been a lot of years and as
women get older it is harder to get pregnant.
Unlike men and their sperm, women only have so
many eggs and the number dwindles as they age.
Plus, I don’t think it’s my fertile period.”

I didn’t entirely understand all that she was saying,
and I wasn’t sure she believed it, but I certainly
hoped it was true.
“I’ll get on the pill as soon as we get home.” Then
she added, “Your father made our life miserable for
so many years, let’s not let him ruin our vacation
now.”

I smiled. “I can do that.”
I saw what I thought was a worried expression
from on my mother’s face, but it disappeared
quickly when she said, “Good, let’s go to the beach
and relax.”