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People kept telling me that we need to recycle to "save the climate" so I saved up the three years' worth of cobwebs insulating the loft of my imagination. Due to readers thanking me a lot for this story series, which was really quite experimental and unplanned, I figured it'd just be a good place to bridge past to present.
It's entirely up to you whether you want to begin here and then go read the first four chapters, or to use this link to find my back-catalogue and begin at the very start. I'm not exactly writing for HBO here, am I?
Probably less fucking in my stories for that matter.
1
The very next morning I awoke lying on my side, spooning Sara, my mother. I was first aware of myself being semi-erect and sensitive to the heat generated between my body and hers. I was pressed against her full apple bottom, nestled between her buttocks, and not daring to move and to rouse her just yet I revelled in all that I was feeling in those waking moments.
The night prior I had made love to my mother in her bed like never before - "our bed," as she'd said.
It was not just meant as a consummation of how we felt about each other, but as a stronger bonding moving forward in life. A new kind of relationship was opening up, one in which we were going to explore adult life together with less of society's stupid standards.
I was back home, but I was now also coming around to the reality that I was now the man of the house, her man, her lover, but to the outside world a confident mama's boy who didn't care what the Carols of the world thought or said.
In a way it was overwhelming to think about, but we weren't being stupid about it. We weren't fucking around with thoughts of getting married, thinking we could get away with something like that.
We were loving each other the way some families do, just very, very intimately!
Right now life was strange, strange but undeniably great. The dark days of unhappiness in a doomed relationship were gone. My mother and I had been in a physical relationship long before Carol, but now it was different. Absence had made the heart fonder. Past encounters romanticised on account of loneliness had fuelled something greater, more confident, unabashed.
But the bonds were tighter, the love stronger, the expression of that love unlimited. I could love her like I tried to love Carol, who for some fear of intimacy with me ran off to fuck the worst kind of parasite. I was not going to suffer her. Sara was not going to let me.
Sara wasn't afraid of that level of intimacy, of embracing what we had. We weren't going to let each other go to waste, to suffer fools.
Family to my mother and I now meant giving each other what nobody else could, which was really just like an infinite cycle when you think about it. Not even spouses in this day and age give each other the unconditional love a mother and son develop for each other.
Thinking about that long and passionate night, I could still feel it in my flesh, my blood, the tingling nerves that had explored her, caressed her, penetrated her, and fell prey to her prowess and sexual appetite as a lover.
My sex throbbed as though the afterglow of that burning love still remained, and fondly I found myself back in the familiar old territory -- that sexual limbo where to be sated left me forever hungry for more.
For moments I just lay there, feeling myself harden hopelessly against the smooth flesh of her rump, and thought about the next time she would invite me to couple with her. And happily I thought the rudest thoughts about us as I watched her shoulders rise and fall with deep but silent breaths.
The morning air was cool though bright sunshine pierced the blinds of the bedroom bay window. If I could have hazarded a guess, the vivid golden hue and the angle of the light told me that the sun was still low in the sky. I heard no traffic, only the chatter of birds, but I didn't dare look at the clock.
Moved by another inevitable urge, I gently pulled away from Sara and eased myself out of bed, heading to the bathroom to relieve myself, and after some quick thought I crept down to the kitchen to make coffee, revelling in the refreshing chill against my sleep-heated skin, even as it caused my cock and balls to "shy away" a little.
After helping myself to a cup and feeling stimulated and relaxed at once, tokat escort I headed back to the bedroom -- to our bedroom, and to our bed -- and slid back in under the duvet to relish both the cooling of the cover sheet and the welcoming warmth of my mother's voluptuous naked form.
I wrapped myself around her lovingly, and instantly she began to respond, first with a hiss as my cooled flesh contrasted her hotness, and then with a delighted moan as our bodies writhed together to spoon deeply.
I became instantly hard again, my cock erecting itself like a flower in time-lapse, only seeking the sun where it didn't shine. And as I grew between her upper thighs, as she wiggled and gyrated her bottom against me, aided by my hand now gripping her exposed hip, we both sank into each other and just loved for a while the feeling of sleepy, naked, smooth flesh on flesh.
I leaned back away from her, spasming into a hard stretch, forcing out a happy yawn, which made my hard length brush up against the once taboo place that I was now all too familiar with. Her pubic hair tickled the sensitive tip of my penis, which was now so hard that it shone like a little pink balloon.
I felt more like a horse drawn to water, seeking moisture, and angled myself differently to rest at a warmer, damper spot. Mother gasped sleepily, prodded back with the weight of her posterior, and then hissed again, betraying my position.
I knew better than to push too hard just then though. I didn't want to drill for water, I wanted it to come to me. So with the slightest movements I nudged at her hot spot with my throbbing hardness over and over, listening to Sara's faintest gasps multiply and fall into the very rhythm with which I teased her.
It wasn't long before her round backside rolled toward me, and it was me gasping as first I was met with the sight of one gorgeous plump 36F breast spilling over, the thick punk nub of a nipple, almost as erect as I was, and then her lazy blue eyes smiling at me from beneath the bed-ridden mess of her blonde hair.
At first she propped herself up on one elbow, regarding me with what appeared to be mirth and a sexy shyness I didn't know she was capable of at this point in our lives, but as her eyes rounded, became more alert, and her gaze penetrated me, she then relaxed back into the pillows and together we just gazed away in silence.
She took her lower lip into her own mouth, bit down softly on it as her cheeks began to flush, and there again was that shyness, made all the more apparent when her shoulders hunched. She relaxed and took a deep breath. I made my move.
Leaning across I snaked my exposed arm around her waist and slid my lower body toward her while pulling hers into me. Her leg slid up to rest on my hip as our faces next began to close the distance.
Playfully I blew her messy blonde fringe away from her forehead, eliciting a soft, almost soundless giggle from her smiling lips. I gazed wantonly, as though I could psychically project my thoughts and feelings onto the fore of her conscious mind.
And with that it became apparent that my own free hand was not the only one at play. I felt her fingers wrap themselves around my thick hardness, the tips blindly but knowingly walking the trail of pulsing veins as my pounding heart fed the organ with which I fully intended to love her again.
Without a word it was she who communicated her thoughts, her wants. Smirking all too knowingly, Sara closed the gap so that we were gently pressed together as one, slid one covert leg underneath me, spread her thighs wide, and effortlessly rolled me on top of her so that I was in the position to enter her at will.
But we just lay there, accustomed to each other's respective frame and weight, playfully breathing into each other, drinking in the sight of each other's sleepy but loving expressions, and said nothing. All the while her hands were cupping my cheeks now, as we adored each other wordlessly.
2
'I've been thinking about Elaine,' mother said quietly.
Whatever change I sensed was abound, a change of mood, a change of mind, I chose to start as I usually meant to go on -- with humour.
'I'm right here, mum,' I responded, inferring of the implications. 'I'm right here, on top of you in our bed, and you're thinking of someone else?'
Sara giggled, tokat escort bayan slapped me playfully on one bare shoulder. I knew the score of course. Things were anything forgettable around here and getting more interesting by the day.
'You do know that I fully intend for you two to end up in bed together,' she said.
'Do you really think she wants me that way?' I asked.
'Do you like her that way?' she defected, at least for the meantime. My mother was not the type to ever leave questions unanswered.
'I'm feeling very preoccupied with the woman I love,' I declared and planted a welcomed soft kiss on her smiling lips.
'Which reminds me,' she responded and kissed me back before saying, 'get this inside me and come cuddle.'
Taking my length in hand and seductively swirling the swollen tip directly between her slick labia, she kissed me once again and hummed me the signal I needed to hear. I clenched my butt muscles, arched my back and used my middle weight to slide slowly into her, seeking the hot liquid centre radiating from within.
I spread my knees outward, my mother's thighs tilting upward with the curving of her hips so that I could hit bottom with ease. With that she moaned into my mouth, and we shared one more kiss before holding onto each other, cheek to cheek.
Ever so slowly when we enjoyed slow intimate cuddle sex, we would cradle each other's bodies and rock gently into each other, flexing the muscles of our sexes to tease each other, especially when we were as sensitive as we now were, following more vigorous sex.
We would just breathe into each other, whisper loves into each other's ears, kiss and gaze, and just revel in the fact that we were who we were. That morning was different, and because there were important questions to be asked and answered.
'So do you like her that way?' she asked again.
'I think you already know I do. But I've been thinking that we've yet to really gauge the feeling between us.'
'What do you mean?' mother asked.
I kissed her cheek and raised myself up a little so that I could penetrate her eyes as deeply as I was now penetrating her soaking vulva. My mother's pussy was completely friction free. Such was the level of wetness that our pubic mounds might as well have been French kissing. She groaned, her eyes rolling. My hungry lips caught her mouth wide open and I coaxed the tongue out of her mouth with my own, before playfully sucking on it.
All the while we screwed slow and easy, our hands needfully grabbing at each other's spare parts. Her hands went to my fleshy buttocks and kneaded them like dough. I did the same with her under me.
'I want you more than anything.'
'More than anything?' Sara asked, her brow arched above an expression that dared me to prove her wrong, like she knew something I didn't.
'Well...'
'I know for a fact that there's something else you want other than just me.'
Open minded as I was, I could prove nothing if I couldn't at least provide food for thought. With a wicked smile that I could feel tighten even the muscles at the back of my neck, I propped myself up onto my knees and stole two pillows from my side of the bed.
I slipped them under her bottom, causing her to whoop and giggle. God, the scent of her sex instantly filled my own depths with lust. As I bent to lap at her glistening pink sex with the pad of my tongue, earning me a violent tremble in both her body and her cries, I could feel the feverish heat from within her begging to be broken.
'What's that then?' she murmured, shaking as I licked her again and again. I smooched the hood of her swollen clit just the same as I would kiss her lips, just a taster for now because I had other plans.
I rose up again in full view before my mother, my rock-hard erection aimed down toward her dewy pouting flower. I was turning an angry purple, veins thick and prominent and straining to dive into her deepest recesses.
Eyeing her so that I could see in her hyper-aroused expression that she knew very well what I was about to do, I dipped down and began a deliberate and agonisingly slow plunge back into my mother, then pinning her knees back so that she could see it all happening.
'I want to see you make love to her,' I confessed to her helpless trembling moans, before angling upward escort tokat to drag the head of my cock and taut foreskin over her sweet spot on the way out. And when I was at that point, halfway withdrawn, I held the angle and plunged back in.
Sara almost leapt off the bed, her legs kicking loose to hammer the mattress and push herself up and then back down onto me. With a lough laugh she begged, 'what the fuck was that?' with an astonished look before pulling her knees back into herself, signalling for me to repeat what I had just done.
So I did, over and over again, as we talked about our friendly neighbour Elaine, my mother's other lover.
'I want her to know it. I want her to be with the both of us if at all. I want to be there in the moment, but most of all I want to see my mum make love to her girlfriend.'
'Fuck!' Sara gasped as I maintained those slow, firm strokes into her.
'You swear a lot more than you used to,' I observed with a suppressed smirk.
She blushed at that. 'This is a bit too much for me right now, baby,' she panted, and I could tell she meant it. Her cheeks, her neck, her chest, were beginning to blush furiously, setting off a stark contrast against her smooth fair skin. 'Come and cuddle again?'
How could I refuse? I threw aside the pillows, letting my mother flatten out again, and lovingly resumed cradling her in my arms as we went back to making love.
We rolled, her on top of me now. She deliberately squished her breasts against me as her sex cradled mine deep within and she held me in her arms and smooched at my lips and cheeks.
'Well this might shock you, son, if anything still does,' Sara resumed, 'but I know damned well, for a fact, that Elaine is well up for getting fucked by you. And we already talked about the possibility of doing it together at some point.'
I was already struggling to keep our lovemaking going for as long as I could, as you may imagine. But out of nowhere, it seemed, I had the urge to blow my load, thinking about the amazing sex to come with both women.
I announced myself with a rising moan. Mum sat up, arched her back, and fixed her eyes on me, her own big orgasm seemingly planning on synchronising with mine. 'Are you coming?'
'Oh fuck yes,' I panted in the utmost urgency. I could already feel the heat surging up through my pipes, my cock swelling to stretch her coaxing vulva to bursting point. I rose up onto both elbows fast. Instinctively Sara pounced onto her haunches and tightly grasped the root of my cock.
It wasn't going to stop me. I swelled up fatter than I'd ever seen, my cock soaked with the juices of her heightened arousal. Every nerve in my glans screamed, every muscle tensed. When my mother's dripping pussy poised just at the tip of my cock, she let go and yelped, laughed adorably, as I began to spurt, splashing every which way -- coating her pussy, myself, splattering her swaying, glistening tits, landing all over my chest, even my face.
We were both in the middle of a shared orgasm, shaking and holding onto each other, mostly so that mum didn't fall over, but as I kept coming and spunking all over the both of us, she growled the sexiest growl and fed my pulsating cock back into her pussy and began to brazenly gyrate with it.
We were now slick inside and out with my cum and I was still going, tense and shaking, letting it all flow.
'Baby,' she purred, and then began to hiss and shudder to another orgasm right off the back of the one she was still having. I fucking envy women being capable of multiple orgasms, usually. But somehow Sara managed to coax another one out of me before the pleasure inevitably intensified to the point of pain.
We collapsed into each other, laughing, slick with so many natural salty bodily fluids, and before sleepiness began to creep back over us, we were kissing and licking the cum off each other, and then swapping it with our lips and tongues.
'I still cannot believe we do this,' she said after a long silence and began to giggle heartily once again.
'There's nothing I wouldn't do with you if you wanted it,' I said. It was a token statement, said in utter contentment.
'I know,' she said almost timidly, resting her head on my heaving chest, one hand lazily exploring the contours of my damp, heated body.
'I love you, mum,' I said, my eyes already closed. I needed this power nap. I was going to need a lot of rest soon enough.
'Before I forget, you should smooch at her clit just like you did to me just then. She'll go wild for that," my mother's voice said from further away.
A delicate kiss on my cheek was the last I remembered.