A New Mutual Hobby

Jesus, stop yourself, my eyes closed and I told myself over and over. It's your favorite fucking movie. Just watch it.

After another half hour testing the strength of my willpower, we reached the end of the movie, and David and Melissa got up and said their good-nights to us. My mom turned to me after placing the popcorn bowl on the table in front of us.

"I'm tired." she said, making a funny, cross-eyed face at me.

"Me too," I said making an even weirder face.

My mom laughed at me and slapped my thigh again, unbareably close to my erection, but not quite, and she stood from the couch. If she had looked in my lap, she'd have seen the tent I was pitching in my jeans, but she kept firm eye contact, and said, "Bed time, pothead," offering her hand to me. I took it and stood, and followed her downstairs.

I took the opportunity being behind her to pull off the classic belt-tuck of the boner. Luckily I was wearing a baggy enough shirt that she couldnt see the abnormal waste line. Let alone the head of my dick popping over my belly button.

"I'm glad you decided to stay with me tonight." Mom said with a big smile as she made her way to the opposite end of my bed.

"Yeah?" I asked, a little surprised.

"Yeah, ever since I found out about Rog, I've been sleeping alone, and it just gets lonely. And like you said, you're the only man who can never disappoint me, right?"

I smiled, trying not to address how sad I felt for her. She was undoubtedly the greatest woman I knew, both in beauty and soul. I know lots of people think that about their moms, but I can say it without exaggeration. She deserved a great man as well. The fact that she was still drop dead gorgeous made it all the worse for me and my abstinant-for-the-last-three-months ass.

After we both brushed our teeth in my bathroom, she began to strip down.

"Oh, sorry, I'll give you the room." I said, taking my clothes.

"Oh, please, Bubby, we're mother and son there's nothing between us."

"Well, I mean," I began, speaking nervously, "Now that you know, and all, mind if I smoke a bowl before bed?" I asked with a big, shameless grin.

My mom laughed and shook her head, obviously floored by the conversation as much as I was.

"Yes, you can smoke a bowl before bed." she laughed to herself as she pulled her jeans off. "In my day we just rolled joints."

I barely registered what she was saying. She had a pair of blue panties on to match her bra. I had been told by several women in my past at seperate times that if a woman wears matching underwear, you aren't the one that decided to have sex that night. And here was my mother. In matching blue underwear.

I'm sure it's a coincidence, she probably doesn't remember blue is my favorite color. . . .

"You still remember how to do it?" I managed to ask, retrieving the packet of wraps from my nightstant. I offered them to her and she held them in her hand for a moment before laughing and offering them back.

"No, I really shouldn't, Bubby, thank you though." She pulled off her normal shirt, and I beheld her in her half nakedness, unable to unglue my eyes from her wide hips, her large, plump breasts, and her big, creamy thighs. She was so tan too, a remnant of her trip to Mexico weeks prior.

"Try to stay focused, bubby." she smiled, motioning with her hand to keep eye contact.

"I'm sorry, wow." I said, looking away. "I'm embarrassed."

"Don't be," she laughed. "I'm actually a little flattered. It's been a while since a man looked at me that way."

I felt my face heat up as I sat on my end of the bed with my back to her as she threw on one of my shirts. "What way?" I asked as I kicked off my basketball shorts and tucked my cock back from under my waistline. Now I was pitching a tent again but at least I could hide it under the blankets.

"You know what I mean," she answered. "It's okay, bubby. You're a grown man and I'm a grown woman. There's nothing wrong, with . . . " her voice trailed off as she struggled to complete the sentence. I could hardly believe my ears.

Is my mom telling me it's okay to eye fuck her?

"A man has his needs, and so does a woman." she said, as if that finished her thought. I felt the mattress shake as she climbed into her side, and I turned into my space as well. I quickly realized that there wasn't as much space for us as I had initially hoped.

"Here," I said again, handing her the wraps, and the same magazine I usually wrap my joints over in bed to catch what falls out. "We've got all weekend, you're not driving anywhere if that's what you're worried about. We're just a mom and son bonding over a newfound mutual hobby."

"I havent smoked, in years, Aaron, its hardly a hobby. And from what I do remember, your generation has way stronger shit than I had growing up."

"Okay, so that's why we smoke a bowl or two, not a whole joint!" I put away the wraps and retrieved a pre-loaded little peice I like to use.

My mom eyed me with a searching gaze, and I tried to look as honest as I possibly could. Despite how horny she had made me throughout the night with her outfit, I honestly just wanted the bonding experience of smoking a bowl with my mom.

"Fine, one bowl. Between the two of us."

"Right." I nodded, handing her the peice and the lighter. "One bowl."

She took the kit and put it to her mouth. "Each." I added, unable to contain my surprise as my mom roasted the whole bowl like a pro. She really had done this before. She held it in for a good long while before finally blowing it all out.

"Holy shit, Bub." she said blinking a few times.

I couldn't help it, I laughed so hard at the look on her face.

"Good stuff?" I asked her while she slowly adjusted to her high.

"Very good stuff." she smiled, and already I could see the glossyness in her eyes. "Thanks, bubby, I needed this." she reached for my leg again and rubbed my thigh up and down a few times. This time, however, her finger just barely brushed my shaft as it had come to lean in her direction. Just as before, it was just as she pulled away, so it was only for a fraction of a second, but I could feel a small bit of precum ooze out of my penis.

"My turn." I said, roasting the rest of the bowl with equal experience in the trade, one would say, and went for a few O rings to try and impress her. I got a few off that weren't too bad, and my mom gave a nonplussed look.

I loaded another bowl, which she quietly awaited, and took the peice and lighter from me this time. She roasted it just as long and hard as last time, but this time did one of the best ghost moves I have ever seen.

"Holy shit that's amazing. My mom is a pro at smokin weed."

"Your mom is a pro at a lot of things, Bubby." she winked at me.

She fuckin winked at me.

My cock practically grew another inch just in that look.

"My turn." I said again. Just when I went to hit the pipe, my mom ripped the covers off of both of us saying nothing other than, "It's hot."

With both my hands being used, I couldn't block my obvious erection from her sight. I was only in my boxers and a tshirt now, just as she was in her underwear and one of my shirts. Again, somehow, despite my obvious discomfort and shitty, hasty ghost attempt, she didn't seem to notice my throbbing erection mere inches from her thigh.

"That was perfect." she smiled at me with red eyes. "Now, bed time."

I agreed, put my piece away, and turned my bedroom light off. The smell of weed lingered in the hot room, and so did the sexual tension. She rolled onto her side, and immediately reached back for me. I offered her my hand in the darkness, and she pulled it over her side, forcing me to big-spoon her. I kept my ass firmly poked outward, and my crotch a good eight inches from her ass.

No way is she going to feel how hard I am for my own mother.

But that was until she arched her own ass, and, her having the same large, shapely ass that my sister had inherited, it didn't take much for it to lay firmly against my crotch. There was nothing I could have done to stop it. My mom even made a slight moaning noise as she "adjusted" herself.

But there it was. My rock hard cock pressed firmly against my mothers ass and my hand in hers, resting just under her breasts.

This is going to be a long night.

Minutes passed, and I wondered if she could feel my hearbeat in my dick like I could. I also wondered what my chances were of getting away with pressing my dick back up against her. Dry humping her, is really what I was gambling.

Way too risky, I reasoned.

Only minutes after I had decided it was too risky to try and get off by rubbing against my own mother's ass, I felt her wiggle against my cock. Only her ass. Slowly, but very deliberately my mother's ass pressed back and forth against my cock. I closed my eyes, counting the heartbeats and waiting to wake up from this dream, but then she did it again. More forcefully this time, I felt her lift her ass up and press hard against me, pulling me closer to her with my hand in hers.

"Mom," I whispered.

"Mmh?" she said back, and I could hear the heavy breathing in her noise.

Is she as turned on as I am right now?

"Are you okay?" I asked, immediately regretting such a stupid question.

"Mmm, yes I'm fine, Bubby." she answered with another backwards thrust against my cock. "How are you?" she asked, and as she did so she released my hand. For a second I thought she might release me, but without the slightest hesitation, she reached behind her and grabbed my cock through my underwear.

If I had thought I was dreaming before, this beyond my dreams. My mother was holding onto my cock, rock hard in her hand, albeit through my boxers, but still, I somehow knew this isn't where it would end.

"I'm good," I answered her with a thrust against her ass and into her hand.

In the darkness I could stll see her smile and her hand squeezed harder around my prick. I thrusted again and again into my mothers ass and she began to breathe heavier.

"Stop," she whispered, and I did, afraid of what she might say or do now. Perhaps she had realized what we were about to do, and what that meant, and gotten afraid. So many thoughts and fears flew through my brain all at once.

But the fears and insecurities went away just as fast as they had came, for I then felt my mother's warm hands against my belly, and reach hungrily under my waist band for my cock. Feeling her bare flesh against my cock was pure bliss. Nothing compares to the nurturing feeling of your mothers hands on your hard cock. I knew from that moment.

I took a deep breath as she squeezed me, and my hand immediately groped one of her breasts over my shirt that she wore. I could feel her heating up beneathe me, as she slowly started to tug on my dick, and I groped at her tit.

"You like this?" she asked in a soft, sexual voice that I had previously only heard through walls. A groan of appreciation was all I could muster as I pushed hard against her ass and her hand squeezed my cock hard.

"You don't want me to stop?" she asked, and she truly sounded self conscious; nervous of my answer.

"No," I answered with a whisper into her ear. And, in the heat of the moment, I wanted nothing more than to kiss her jaw line. I leaned in and I nibbled on her ear, and kissed her all over her neck and her jaw, and she responded with faster, firmer jerking and soft moans of surprise and approval.

"My bubby knows how to love a woman, does he?" she asked in that same positively sexy tone.

"Only the women I love," I answered her as my hand began to wander further south than her breasts. I could see the reaction on her face as my hand slid beneath her panties and I reached for the place where I entered this world from. My fingers snaked through a small tuft of hair, but found the wetness of her hole soon enough. Feeling the taboo of the moment overwhelming me, I plunged my middle finger deep into my mother's pussy.

She let out a sharp gasp, and her tugging on my cock stopped, which I took to mean a good thing, so I slowly moved my finger in and out of her. When I'd come out, I'd rub it up the slit of her opening and massage her clit for a second before delving back inside her. Every time my finger rubbed her clit she gave out a quiet little chirp and squeezed my dick harder. She wasn't jerking me anymore which I was fine with. But she definitely made an effort to keep her hand on my dick, and squeeze it with each penetration of my hand.

"You like how that feels?" I asked her, whispering into her ear before nibbling on it again.

"Oh, my god," she moaned louder now, and I suddenly became a little worried that my roommates might hear. Their room was directly above mine.

"Well, unless you think David and Melissa would care to join us," I paused as I entered a second finger deep into her pussy and she gasped and squeezed my cock so hard it felt like it would burst at the head, "you have to be quiet, Mother."

At that my mother turned to look at me for the first time, and in her eyes I saw a lust that I had never seen before in any woman. The look of pure, carnal, desire that we all have inside us that is surpressed by society's laws and rules. My mom knew just exactly how taboo it was to have her youngest son finger her while she jerks him off. But just like me, she was only turned on more by it.

I looked deep into my mother's eyes as I slowly penetrated her pussy with my two fingers, and she slowly squeezed my cock, teasing it. She finally looked down at it, and smiled.

"Look how hard my little Bubby is for his momma." she laughed and began tugging at my cock again.

I moaned out in pleasure, unable to contain myself, and we locked eyes again.

"Do you want to cum now, or cum in mommy's mouth?" she asked as she slowed down once more. I honestly don't know how I stopped myself from nutting right then and there. "Well?" she asked. "Which is it?"

She wants to hear me say it.

So be it, I stopped fingering her and I grabbed her by the face, and she instinctively opened her mouth and began to suck her juices off of my fingers. "I wanna cum in your mouth, Mom,"

She moaned at my words, and instantly sat up and climbed over me. She grabbed my cock firmly now, and gave it a few playful jerks before stripping my shirt off. I thought it would end there but she then unbuttoned her bra, and out came her perfect tits. And they were just as perfect as I remembered them.

I wasted no time. I sat up and put one finger back in her pussy and the other around her waste as I sucked on one of her nipples. She moaned at my touch and ran of her hands through my hair and groped at my cock.

My brain couldn't help but imagine myself as a baby suckeling at her tits for food, and now here I was twenty three years later sucking at them to help make her cum all over my hand.

"Okay, Mr. Overzealous let me get a taste of that young cock." she sighed, pulling my hand away from her dripping wet snatch. She sucked her juices off of my fingers once more just before diving low and swallowing my cock whole.

I leaned back in pure ecstacy as I watched my mother's beautiful face dip down over and over ontop of my cock. She stopped and said to me with my cock by her face, "Lay back, and you can see it better," she winked, licking all the way up the side of the shaft.

I needed no second opinion. My mother clearly knew how to fuck. I knew that much from a long time ago. So I leaned back, and she was right. I was able to see her much clearer now. She kept her hair pulled to one side so she could look me in the eyes while she sucked my cock. I tenderly ran my fingers through my mother's auburn hair as she blew me, and just as I closed my eyes felt her start massaging my balls.

Dear God, my mother knows how to please a cock better than any girl I've ever been with.

I saw no reason not to share this revelation with my mother, and she popped my cock out of her mouth for a moment to laugh and beam up at me, "Just wait till tomorrow." she winked, and then she did what no woman has ever done to me during a blowjob. She started to massage my gouch, the little spot between your balls and your ass hole, and she licked solely at the underside of my cock right at the base of the head, while she slowly jerked me. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I felt waves of ecstacy roll from my ears to my toes, and before I could even think to tell her I was erupting like a god damn geyser.

But my mom was truly a professional cock sucker. The second I started to cum she swallowed my dick whole again, and kept massaging my prostate, and waves of waves of pure mind blowing ecstacy took over me. I kept one hand firmly rooted in my mothers silky soft hair while she choked on my pulsing cock. I came so hard and so plentiful that I watched to see if some of it would dribble out of my mother's mouth, but she kept all of it in. It wasn't until I was fully exhausted that she finally stopped massaging my prostate and pulled my deflating dick out of her mouth.

She opened wide to show an enormous load of cum in her mouth, and she smiled proudly in her display. She then closed and made a swallowing gesture and smiled again to show me it was all gone.

"Sweet Jesus." I said to her, completely out of fuel.

"You like Mommy's blowjobs?" she asked, with a soft hand still wrapped around my dick.

"More than anything I've ever experienced in my life." I answered her with another combing through her hair with my fingers.

As the blood finally returned to my brain I waited for the guilt to come.

My mom gave me a blowjob. I fingered my own mother. She swallowed my cum. But the sentences in my head just made me hard again.

"Don't get too excited just yet, Bub." my mom said looking down at my cock again.

"You still need to take care of mommy's needs." she released my cock and started rubbing herself under her panties. I wasted no time in throwing her down on my bed and trading places with her. With the ferocity of an animal I ripped her panties off and revealed my mother's pussy to me. She had shaved a small landing strip above her clit but other than that it was as beautiful and rosy wet as I had ever dreamed.

"Now let your son make you cum." I said just before bringing my mouth to her tits again. I sucked on her tits like they were there for my survival, just like I had so many years ago, but this time my fingers were in my mother's pussy and she writhed underneathe me with pleasure. I slowly licked and kissed my way down my mother's beautiful, tanned body, and rubbed my stubbly whiskered chin into the tuft of hair above her clit; she giggled and brought her hand to her mouth like a nervous church girl. It turned me on even more.

I dove nose first into my mothers vagina like I was trying to live in her womb again. My nose nussled at her clit as my tongue delved deep inside her. She ran her hands through my hair and began breathing vigorously, and slowly grinding her pussy against my face.

"Holy fuck, Aaron, you eat pussy like a god damn porn star!" my mom exclaimed, a look of distorted bliss about her. I always knew I was good at eating pussy and I loved to do it. But nothing turned me on more than tasting my own mother's juices and feeling her writhe with pleasure at my tongue, and hearing her moan out my name in ecstacy.

"Fuck, Aaron, fuck, bubby. Ohhh, my bubby's eating my pussy, oh my god I can't believe this."

"Should I stop?" I asked, coming up for air and rubbing her clit with my thumb.

"Don't you dare fucking stop!" she said louder than I would have liked.

"Shh!" I sniggered.

"Well get back in there!" she said more quietly now.

"Gladly," I said, diving back into her like she was my last meal on earth. I looked up at her and she was heaving with each breath, her perfect tits gleaming with my saliva in the moonlight of the night, her hair wild against my pillow, her son's pillow; there was never a moment in my life where I felt this much power. Having my own mother begging me to eat her out and to make her cum was like nothing I had ever done or imagined.