A Son's Dangerous Desire:(5)

There. It was done. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had exactly zero experience with girls or women. And I never, ever thought of myself as attractive. To hear this combination confession and offer was almost too much for me. I sat there, my eyes closed, for probably a minute. It felt more like an hour. She said nothing, but I could hear her breathing. It was fast and a little ragged. Now I know exactly what that means, but then I only suspected.

"Mom. I want you to make me feel good. I...I want to make you feel good too. I want to be your lover."

I'm still amazed I got the words out. She bit her lip and nodded. And nothing was the same after that.

--4--

"OK, baby. We're going to go slow, and tender. Today, I'm your lover and your mommy. I'm going to take care of you, and make you feel good, and special, and loved. If things get to be too much, or you don't like it, or you change your mind, then tell me to stop and I will. Right away. I won't hate you. I'll always love you no matter what."

I wasn't thinking straight, but I knew that I wouldn't ever tell her to stop. I might even push her further than she expected. At that moment I felt very close to her. Her confession and left me confused and aroused but also very clear in my feelings. I loved my mom, I wanted her to be happy, and I wanted her. Badly. These emotions combined in me, and I probably should have realized that I was falling in love with her. It's strange to type it out, knowing what people would think of me. Of her. But it's true. And I think she felt the same for me.

"Come in the back of the van with me."

I followed her gaze to the back, which I had completely ignored in my obsessive focus on her. The seats folded away, leaving a flat bed for moving stuff. She had laid a soft comforter down, making it a real bed. The back of the van also had tinted windows. There was still a real risk we would be caught, and it was exciting, but we were most likely safe.

Before I could get back with her, she got on her knees and pulled the sundress over her head, smoothly. I can still see it in my mind. It was and is one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. I still tell her to this day and she still blushes. I saw the lacy black panties that I'd glimpsed before. I saw the way they outlined her pussy, but could be seen through. And she wasn't wearing a bra. There she was, topless, her heavy breasts still obviously firm, her belly a little fat, her thighs soft and white. She was a little self conscious, but as I went back with her I said something that made her light up.

"Mom, you're so beautiful. I...I love you."

She opened her arms to me and gestured for me to go back with her. I didn't need any more encouragement. She laughed delightedly as I pulled my shirt off. I thanked god I had decided it was time to start wearing boxers instead of tidy whities. I pulled everything off awkwardly while kneeling in the limited headspace. I was naked in front of my mother for the first time in years. I barely had any chest hair, but I did have some muscle definition that was new to me. And my cock stood up. It felt huge. I imagine it wasn't that impressive, but as she looked at me she took me in. She licked her lips and I almost came right there.

"Don't worry about anything, OK? You won't surprise me or shock me. And you might cum really quickly. That's normal. And don't worry, we'll just wait until you're ready and start again later. This is for you honey. So lets relieve some of that pressure that I made last night. It's only fair that the cause of your blue balls be the cure too, right?"

Hearing my mother talk in such a way made me wild. I moved into her arms and kissed her. This wasn't soft like the night before. It was intense, like two storms coming together. I felt her breasts press into my chest and I heard her sigh into my ear as I started instinctively kissing her neck. My cock was pressing into the space between her legs and I felt something warm and wet on it. She gently pushed me away.

"Hey," she said with some difficulty between breaths, "We aren't doing that. Not today. I'm sorry but...I'm not ready for it. Just let me take care of you."

She slowly and gently pushed my head to her left breast. I started to kiss and suckle on it while I started feeling the other one up tentatively. I was a quick learner and learned to be gentle and pay particular attention to her nipples. I was rewarded with soft whimpers that drove conscious thought from my brain.

Mom had one hand in my hair and slowly moved the other over my body, but always down. Eventually she lightly held my cock. It had never been held by anyone by me, and I wasn't prepared for the sensation of her warm, soft hand on it. I moaned much more loudly than I intended.

"That's...a good boy," she said, "Let mommy make it all better."

Her grip was light but firm. She began to move slowly, jerking my cock. I was in heaven. When she stopped I was upset but she just laughed, spit in her hand, and started again. The warm wet sensation, moving slowly over my shaft and then the head, was the best thing I had ever felt. It only took about thirty seconds of this for my frustrated balls to release.

I groaned and moaned incoherently as I sprayed my load in the car. Some hit the blanket but almost all hit my mother on her belly and thigh. I was satisfied for the moment and suddenly worried if she was upset at having her son make a mess all over her. She was smiling broadly though. She took her finger and wiped up some of my cum and then locked eyes with me as she licked it off. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, and I'd seen a lot of p**n.

"Don't worry about it baby, I brought a lot of wipes. We've got another hour and a half so I think I should be able to get some more out of you, too."

After she had cleaned herself, we lay down together and just started kissing. There was no world outside of the back of the van. We explored each other in the way only new lovers can. Slowly, gently, a little teasingly. My hands found every part of her, holding, grasping, sometimes a little too hard. She gasped and moaned in a way I've never experienced with any other woman since. I noticed that her breathing was getting faster, she was pulling me close to her, and her kisses were turning to nips and bites. I stopped briefly and spoke.

"Mom. Is there anything I can do for you? I want to make you feel good too, but I don't know what you like."

"Yes, baby, there is. Will you let me show you how to go down on a woman?"