Could This Be Love - S03 E12

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Could This Be Love - S03 E12

Read Story: SEASON 3 EPISODE 12

M y mother and I were lying on the beach
naked when she sat up and stared at a
woman, also naked, walking up the
beach. When she was a few feet away my
mother gasped. At the same moment, the woman
saw my mother.
“Teresa,” the woman said as she stopped and
stared at my mother.
“Stephanie?”
“Yes. Oh my God, it is you, Teresa.”

My mother jumped up and suddenly as I stood
there watching the two women hugged. I hadn’t
missed the fact that the woman was gorgeous, but I
had no idea who she was.
Suddenly I felt my c--k start to twitch. I had to will
myself not to get excited.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” my mother said, turning to me.
“Stephanie, this is … uh … this is,” she said and
paused.
I realized that she was struggling to introduce me …
I mean we were both naked on the beach and I
was her son. I wanted to help, but had no idea
what to say either.
Stephanie looked at me and then back at my
mother. “What’s going on? You have a boyfriend
that maybe hubby doesn’t know about,” she said
with a laugh. “I can keep a secret.”
“No, my husband left me years ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Stephanie said and looked at me
with what could only be considered a naughty
smile. She knew how old my mother was and it
was obvious that I was much younger. She
apparently thought I was some type of gigolo.
“Step, this is… is my son, Jerry.”
Stephanie’s eyes opened wide as she reached out
her hand to me. She looked at my face and then
down at my half hard c--k. “Your son is on the
beach naked with you? My little Teresa who was
embarrassed when the girls got naked in the
shower, is on a public beach naked with her son? I
would have never believed it if I hadn’t seen it
with my own eyes,” she laughed.
My face turned as red as my mother’s.
“Quite a young man,” she said, scanning my body
once again.
“Not your type,” my mother said.
“Maybe, and maybe not. It’s been a long time since
I’ve seen something like him.”
My face turned redder.
Stephanie could see she was embarrassing us and
changed the subject. “I was heading up to the room
to change. I’m down here by myself for a week.

Any interest in having dinner one night?”
“Ah … well Jerry and I were planning on going to
the Flamingo tonight, … but what about tomorrow
night?” my mother said, looking to me for
approval.
I shrugged. Who was I to deny my mother the
pleasure of going to dinner with her sexy,
gorgeous, and incredibly well built friend.
“We’ll meet you in the lobby at six tomorrow
night. I’ll set up the reservations,” my mother said.
“Great. I can’t wait to catch up on what’s been
happening in your life,” Stephanie said, glancing at
me again and raising her eyebrows.
My mother and Stephanie kissed each other on the
lips and Stephanie left. I watched her gorgeous ass
as she walked away from us. I was surprised to see
that my mother was watching too.
“Well, what’s the story there?” I asked as we sat
back down.

“Stephanie and I were best friends from
elementary school through high school. We lost
touch after she left for college and I stayed home.
I’ve only seen her once since then. It was when
you were about five or so, but I’m sure you don’t
remember. She stayed with us for a week. Her
father is a mega-millionaire. I can’t believe that of
all the people in the world, I run across her here
on the beach.”
“She’s gorgeous, but I didn’t see a ring.”
“She’s not married, I’m sure.”
“How do you know?”
“Well, unless she married another woman,” my
mother said with a laugh. Then she added,
“Stephanie always liked girls better.”
“She’s a lesbian?” I almost screamed.
“Shhh,” my mother said, looking around. “I don’t
think she is a hard core lesbian. She just likes girls
better.”
“Same thing as a lesbian. Too bad,” I said and
smiled.

“Too bad? Hey, you have your woman.”
“True. But you have to admit that she is a real
looker.”
“Um, huh,” my mother said with a strange look in
her eyes.
After dinner that evening I suggested that we go
out to the beach and sit to enjoy the fresh ocean
air. Mom had on her robe and I told her to take it
off. With a smile she dropped it from her shoulders
and we walked outside and down to the beach
naked. I had a bottle of wine from the hotel
refrigerator—which probably cost a fortune—and a
blanket. I spread the blanket on the sand between
some tall grass to give us a little privacy and we sat
down.
I had been thinking all day about the relationship
between my mom and Stephanie. It took a few
glasses of wine to give me enough courage to ask
some questions. “So if Stephanie was your best
friend and she liked girls … uh … what was your
relationship with her,” I asked rather sheepishly.
My mother sighed and stared into my eyes. “I
guess I should be honest with you.” Then she
paused for several moments as I stared at her with
great anticipation.
Finally she continued, “Before I met your dad,
Stephanie and I were … were, well the only word
for it is lovers.”
You could have knocked me over with a feather. I
opened my mouth but nothing came out. I
swallowed hard. “Really?” I said stupidly.

“Yes. I don’t know why but we just seemed to
gravitate to one another.”
“What … how … I mean … you know, how did it
happen?” I stuttered.
“Well, I guess if I told you this much I should finish
it.”

We turned and lay down on the blanket, facing
each other. My heart was pounding in my chest,
waiting for the details.
“We were both eighteen and had been friends for
quite some time. We were studying for midterms in
high school. It wasn’t unusual for us to sleep in the
same bed and run around in front of each other
naked. That night I think we were getting a little
loony over all the studying. It must have been two
in the morning and we were laying on the bed,
taking a break when her hand somehow ended up
on my breast.”
“What do you mean it ended up on your breast?”
“I guess she did it on purpose, but it was a surprise
to me. I mean we had never really done anything.
Well, except that kiss on New Years Eve. That just
kind of happened since both of us were guy-less at
the big party. We were standing there and
everyone was kissing and the next thing I know
she and I were kissing. We both had a few illegal
beers and maybe some spiked punch. The strange
thing was that I really liked it … I’m embarrassed
to admit. I hadn’t had a lot of experience kissing
boys so it was kind of a novelty to me. Her lips and
tongue were very soft. My head was spinning, but I
don’t know if it was from the alcohol or the kiss.

Anyway that was a couple of months before the
incident in the bedroom.”
My mother smiled when she saw that I had an
erection.

“Guys,” she said, shaking her head in fake
exasperation. “So, she put her hand on my breast. I
was only wearing a tee shirt and panties. I know
she could feel my n----e become hard under her
palm. The next thing I know, we were kissing, and
it was as good as the first time. But this time we
were alone in my bed. She pushed my shirt up and
caressed my breast very gently. Her mouth was
working wonders on me and I knew my panties
were getting soaked. A minute or two later we both
had our tops off and were breast to breast, kissing
like long lost lovers. Then she began working down
my neck with little butterfly kisses—you know the
kind I like—all the way to my breasts. God, did she
work on my breasts. She s----d them and
massaged them until I almost climaxed without
even touching my p---y. Finally she looked up at
me and whispered, ‘I want to eat you.’ I could feel
my p---y spasm. I was breathing so hard I
couldn’t answer. I just nodded. She quickly crawled
between my legs and pushed them apart. I can
remember it as if it were yesterday. She started
kissing the wet crotch of my panties. Then she was
urging my hips up so she could take them off. A
moment later she was licking me. It took about ten
seconds for me to grab her head and lift my hips to
her tongue. She really knew how to eat p---y.” My
mother paused and looked at me and said, “But not
as good as you.”
“Yeah, right,” I said. “Go on, please.”

“There isn’t much else to tell really. She ate me
until I climaxed. Then she must have done it three
or four more times that night.”
“And what did you do? Did you return the favor?”
“You know, that is the one thing I regret. I never
did her … well with the exception of using my
finger on her. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Not that I thought is was gross or anything, it was
just that what we had done was her thing and if I
did her … I don’t know, I didn’t want people to
think I was a lesbian. Although I know no one
would have ever known.”
“Wow, what a story. I assume you two did it more
than once,” I said.
“Yes. Probably every weekend until the end of our
senior year.”
“Cool. I knew I liked her the moment I saw her,” I
said with a smile.
“You liked her naked body.”
“Well, yeah, that too,” I laughed. “You said she
came to visit when I was five and stayed a week.
Did anything happen then?”
“The short answer is yes. I had resolved not to let
it happen again, but Stephanie always had a way of
getting to me. We spent the next day, after your
father left for work, in bed, only getting up to eat a
quick sandwich and pee. As I said, your father
would never use his mouth on me, but Stephanie
loved to do it. She did me for hours, literally.”
“So I was somewhere playing in the sandbox and
you two were having a ball.”
“Not exactly. I took you over to my mother’s place.
You know she loved to have you there and always
complained that I didn’t bring you over enough.
She got you most of the week. Good old mom was
always there when I needed her.”
“I don’t remember Stephanie, but I remember
grandma a little. I was, what, seven when she
died.”
“Yes.”
“So, you think Stephanie is going to want to renew
her old friendship?”
“Maybe, but not very practical.”
“Are you going to tell her about us?”
“I’m not sure. If I don’t tell her the truth, she is
going to know, I’m sure of it.”
“Can you trust her?”
“Absolutely. All those months we were in high
school, no one ever knew about us, or even
suspected as far as I know.”
My mother glanced down between my legs and
saw my c--k throbbing.
“So it looks like my little confession excited you.”
“How did you guess?” I said as I reached for my
c--k.
“Mmmm, I just had a hunch.”
A moment later we were in each other’s arms
kissing.
My mother pulled away breathless and said, “Stand
up, I want to suck your c--k. And, you know what
else?”
“No,” I answered excitedly.
“I want you to c-m all over my face,” she said and
giggled.
I figured she had had a little too much to drink, but
I wasn’t going to argue. I could feel my c--k
throbbing as I stood up. I watched my mother
kneel in front of me. She grasped my c--k and
brought it to her mouth and took the head inside.
“Ohhhhh,” I gasped. She s----d my c--k, using her
hand to stoke me at the same time. I grasped her
head and rocked my hips back and forth. Within a
few moments my hips began to move faster.
“Mom,” I whispered, “I’m going to c-m.”

When I said that my mother pulled my c--k from
her mouth and looked up at me. “C-m for me,” she
hissed as she continued to stroke my c--k.

I closed my eyes for a second as my body began to
tremble. Suddenly my c--k lurched and blasted
c-m into the air. I opened my eyes in time to see
the first blast hit my mother in the face.

She opened her mouth and tilted her head back,
catching several large gobs in her mouth. My c--k
seemed to keep cumming for a long time. When it
finally stopped, my mother’s face was literally
covered with my juices. With a smile she used her
fingers to scoop it from her cheeks and into her
mouth.

“I think I could get addicted to your c-m,” she
whispered as she cleaned her fingers.

I pulled her to her feet and close to me. “I love
you,” I said and brought my lips to hers. She
moaned as my tongue entered her mouth.
“Let’s go back to the room. I need this c--k again,”
she said.

With my c-m dripping off her face, my mother
grabbed my c--k and led me back to the room.

We f----d twice that night, with me pulling my
c--k out before I came. I could tell that pulling out
was frustrating for my mother … I know it was for
me.