Late Night Mom Time

When my mother called at eleven-thirty on a Saturday, I thought about skipping the call. The last time she called this late, she told me she found out about my dad's cheating and filed for divorce. In the end, I answered for that same reason. She must need something to call now.


"Hi, mom."


"Hi, Alex." She sounded happy. "I appreciate the picture, but I'd rather see the real thing."


She didn't sound drunk. "What are you talking about?"


"Check your texts, honey."


I tapped on the text icon on my phone and wanted to die. My text to Mona went to my mother. Mom now owned a pic of my raging boner. "I am so sorry!"


She laughed. "Relax. You have a beautiful penis."


"Thank you?" I don't which mortified me more — having sent my mom a picture of my erection, that she now knew I did those things, or her playful attitude about it. It felt worse than getting caught masturbating as a teen. At least then I knew I would graduate high school and move out one day.


"How quickly can you get over here," mom said, interrupting my pity party.


"Hah, hah."


"Seriously. I'll order a pizza," she said.


This bad dream just got worse. "You want me to come over to eat pizza and show you my penis?"


She laughed again. "No, to talk. But if you want to show me that monster, I'll have a look."


"I don't know, mom. It's late."


"Oh, come on. We haven't just talked face to face for long time," she said. "And you're up, and I can't sleep."


There we had it. Mom needed company. "Yeah, okay. I'll see you in about thirty minutes."


Mom looked great. At fifty, she looked more like forty in the face and possessed a body most women over thirty-five would kill for. The terrycloth shorts hugged her round bottom, and a tight T-shirt showed off her softball-sized chest. Nipples the size of quarters showed beneath, hard little buds poking up. And I'd always liked her legs. At five-eight, they went on forever and looked amazing in heels.


"Hi, mom." I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. "The pizza smells great."


She squeezed me tight. "I opened a big bottle of red, so I hope you don't mind sleeping on the couch."


Actually, she had an expensive sofa more comfortable than my bed. "Sounds good. I'll take you to brunch before going home tomorrow."


We went to the kitchen, drank chilled wine, and ate pizza off of paper plates. I caught mom up on my life and generally chatted. "All good here?"


"I wanted to talk to you about something uncomfortable," she said. "Since we


crossed that border with the picture, it seemed like a good time."


"Yeah, sorry about that."


She waved a dismissive hand at me. "I got a kick out of it. And you really do have a beautiful penis."


Great. If that didn't qualify as the uncomfortable conversation, I couldn't imagine what she had in mind. "What did you want to talk about?" Might as well rip off the bandage.


She took a sip of wine and locked eyes with me. "I want you to sleep with me."


It hit me like a slap. In fact, I felt sure I hadn't heard correctly. "I'm sorry?"


"I want you to sleep with me."


"You mean have sex. Make love?" She nodded. "What brought this on? The picture?"


She chuckled. "No. I've wanted to try it for a long time. The picture just gave me an opening."


It kept getting better. "What do you mean by a long time?"


She tilted her head from side to side. "About a year."


Wow. I had no clue. "Come on, mom. You could get any man. I could set you up with a friend."


"I don't want to learn a stranger," she said. "And none of my friends interests me."


"But your son? You gave birth to me, breastfed me. I came out of you."


"I know that, honey. I've thought about it a lot," she said.


"And the whole incest thing doesn't bother you?"


"It actually makes it sexier." She smiled and got a faraway look. "Can you imagine a more intimate bond?"


"No." I enjoyed incest porn. And in theory, I liked the idea. I loved my mom more than most sons, and she had the looks. But could I look her in the eye after I penetrated her with my penis? "I don't know if I can, mom."


"We can start slow," she said. "Kissing, touching, taking it slow. And we'll stop any time you want."


It sounded reasonable. And I'd fantasized about a mother-son kiss getting crazy more than once. And seemed like a safe way to dabble with incest. "What if one of us doesn't like it?"


"Then we pretend it never happened and never do it again," she said.


I took a sip of wine. Was I really considering making out with my mother? Having sex with her? "Okay. Let's see how it goes."


We moved to the living room and turned on some soft music. I sat at the corner of the couch. Mom scooted in close and turned into me. The kissing felt mechanical at first, but I warmed quickly. Mouths parted, and mom sucked my tongue into her mouth. My erection sprang to life, and I knew she had me. But I had one more concern.


"I don't have any condoms," I said.


"You don't need one, sweetie."


I knew she couldn't get pregnant, but did that make it okay for a son to ejaculate inside his mother? "You don't mind if I, uh, release inside you?"


"That makes it more intimate," she said.


It definitely met the definition of intimacy. And once I slipped inside mom's vagina, I'd have crossed all the lines. "Okay, mom, I'll do it."


"Good boy," she said and tousled my hair.


We started kissing again and added foreplay. I massaged mom's soft breasts through her shirt, then slipped my hand beneath. Her skin felt silky and hot under my fingertips. She stopped me and pulled her shirt over her head. I closed my mouth over her hard nipples, one at a time, leaving a sheen of slobber on them.


I pulled her to her feet and slid her shorts and wet panties down her thighs. I kneeled in before her and buried my face between her legs. She moaned when I found her clit. A trickle of warm wetness trickled down my chin.


We traded positions. Mom covered my head with her lips and slid her mouth down my shaft. The warmth and wetness felt amazing. When she scraped her teeth over my length, I almost lost it.


I pushed her head back. "Don't make me cum yet." I wanted to spill my first load inside her.


She kissed me. "Let's go upstairs."


We crawled under the covers of her bed and lay facing each other. We kissed and fondled each other for several minutes. Then mom rolled me on top of her. "Make love to mommy, baby."


I rubbed the head of my cock over her slit several times, slicking it with her wetness. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. One push, and I couldn't take it back. I slipped inside before I could change my mind, eager to consummate my love with my mother.


Mom gasped when my head slid past her inner lips. I couldn't believe a fifty-year-old-woman had such a tight pussy. It squeezed me almost painfully, and it took several pushes for mom to relax enough to take my length. Once she did, it felt amazing. I had no idea intercourse could feel like this.


Mom locked her heels around my butt and squeezed my neck. "I'm cumming, baby."


I sped up to cum with her. Normally, I'd thrust and hold with each heavy spurt, but I didn't want to risk ruining mom's orgasm. So, I continued to thrust, spraying her insides and coating my cock with hot semen. Her vaginal muscles squeezed me so hard, I went completely soft before I slipped out of her.


Mom pushed me onto my side and snuggled into me. I draped a hand over her hip and pulled her tight. Her breasts flattened against me a little with each breath. My erection sprang up between us and rested on her belly. "Already?"


"Sorry."


She reached between us and stroked me. "I had no idea you could go again so quickly. I like it." She tossed her leg over my hip and guided me into her heat.


We moved slowly, thrusting and pulling back together. I tried to wait for her, but after ten minutes, I felt my control draining. "I can't last much longer."


"I remember breastfeeding you. Snuggling on the couch while you peppered my face with kisses. Your little hands all over my breasts. Now you're about to spray your seed into my womb for the second time. I love you so much."


Mom's version of dirty talk drove me over the edge. "Here I go."


"Fill me, baby. Show mommy what a big what a big boy you've become. Mark me, baby. Claim your mommy."


Her talk drained me. I collapsed against her, panting, exhausted and empty.


Mom cradled my head. "Good boy. You've made mommy very proud."


"I fell asleep in her embrace, feeling like mommy's little boy and a big man all at once."