Chapter 3

Mom turned off the water and we stepped out, drying one another before heading out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Neither of us had any need for clothes; nudity together was the expectation and all we desired this weekend.

"Wow, this bedroom really does smell like sex," mom said, sniffing the air. I did the same, but it wasn't as acute for me as it clearly was for her. She claimed to have never lost what she called her 'pregnancy nose', and it was probably why I could never successfully hide a stash of weed from her in the house. She always found it and I got an amused lecture after she'd gotten rid of it. "Open the window please, baby."

I walked over and opened her window, letting in the warm, summer morning air. Mom was stripping the bed, the sheets of which were no doubt rather sticky and messy, given that we'd slept in our sweat and cum overnight. There was gonna be a lot of laundry by the time this weekend ended. Mom took me by the hand and led me downstairs.

"Wanna have nude breakfast on the verandah?" she asked, smiling at me as she prepped coffee and then her mimosas. "I can put up the mosquito netting to give a feel of more privacy."

"We could do that," I said, nodding. "But it might feel even more naughty and thrilling if we don't use the netting, just exposing ourselves. Pretty sure our neighbours can't see onto the verandah anyway."

Mom gave me an amused smirk. "You little kinkster, Aaron. You really are my son. Okay, big boy, no netting, just naked mom and naked son having breakfast in nature."

"Hey, maybe we can have a picnic lunch behind the shed," I posited, feeling brave. Mom giggled and nodded eagerly. I guess that was a yes. "Whose turn is it for truth or dare, mom?"

"Damned if I know, baby," she admitted with a shrug. "But it's ladies first in polite society, so I guess you can ask me. I'm refreshed from last night, so I'm game for anything that won't make me burn breakfast."

I watched her from behind as she prepped our morning fare. She walked over to the fridge and bent over to get inside, making sure I had an amazing view of her ass. She shifted back and forth from foot to foot, and even parted her legs so that I could see her smooth pussy.

"I might be in here for a second, Aaron, so you might wanna get closer so that I can hear you if you ask," she called out from the fridge.

I smiled and moved closer, kneeling down so that her amazing ass was in my face. I put my hand on one of her cheeks to let her know how close I was, and she wiggled her butt against my palm in response.

"Truth or dare, mom?" I asked.

"Ummmmm…" she said, ruminating while taking her time looking for whatever. Hungry as I might have been, I was perfectly content to keep staring at her ass. "Truth."

I nodded. I had a question I really wanted to ask, but knew I wouldn't.

What do you want to do that we haven't done yet?

I wouldn't corner her like that. Forcing my mom to state what her limits her were so bluntly was not something I could do. Not only was it unfair to the most wonderful woman ever, it would probably sour the mood for the day, with mom always thinking about it. No. I had another fun troll question, to ask, though.

"Have you ever had a chance to mess around with a dick larger than mine?" I asked, smirking.

There was a pause in the activity in the fridge, and then mom looked back at me. "Baby, that's an awful question to ask!"

Seemingly as a chiding, she bumped her ass back against my face lightly. Damned if my nose didn't go between the cheeks and my mouth might have touched her pussy. But then she leaned in farther into the fridge and sighed.

"Yes, baby," she confessed, clearly not liking the answer. "A few times, just not in recent years. Back when I was younger, in college. And then about about five years ago, there was a black guy that I-"

She stopped talking and backed out of the fridge, holding the items she needed as she stood up. She walked over to the counter and put them down before turning to look at me. She leaned back against the counter and then crooked her finger, beckoning me closer. I stood up and moved to her. Mom put her hands on my hips and pulled my erect cock against her, pressed into her pussy. The look in her eyes was a serious one.

"Aaron," she said quietly, but the tone was motherly and loving, as well as serious. "Keep in mind you have a pleasantly large dick, decidedly bigger than average. Size queens lie if they say that can't feel less than eight inches. That's just slags mouthing off. And yes, I've had some large dicks in me. But this…"

She now squirmed her pussy against my manhood to emphasize.

"Any girl out there is lucky to have you bury this monster in any hole they have available," she cooed, her fingernails actually tracing up and down the side of my shaft. Holy shit, mom was sort of touching my cock. Yes, she was assuring me of something, but still, she was touching me, with no barriers. I almost swooned at how much this woman must have loved me to do this.

"I might've played around with other large dicks, baby," she whispered, "But not a one out there has ever meant as much to me."

I blushed and looked down, greeted by the sight of not only her large tits, but also her fingernails touching me.

"Something you want to say?" she asked, a hint of a smile on her face.

"Sounds dumb," I mumbled, blushing harder and feeling very embarrassed.

"I think we're beyond feeling dumb saying things after this weekend, honey," mom pointed out, smiling lovingly. "Say anything."

I squeezed my eyes shut. "I've never loved a pussy more."

Mom's eyes shone as she smiled, the smile becoming a small smirk. "I guess they have become pretty good friends, haven't they?" she quipped, parting her legs enough to catch my cock between her netherlips and then squirming a little, showing me she was wet. Then she backed up and what she did next almost knocked me out.

"I'm not kidding, Aaron," she assured me, actually putting her hand on my cock and wrapping her fingers around it. "Whatever girl you finally end up with, luckiest girl in the world. Not only because you have a big dick, but you're a considerate lover, clearly, and a gentleman. You'll see to her pleasure and respect her, not just beat her up with this thing."

Her hand left my dick and she wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me close, her lips brushing against mine as she whispered.

"You make me wish I was eighteen again…" she said before kissing me lovingly. I just held her by her hips and kissed her back, lost in the revelations and the affection she clearly felt for me. She ended the kiss and smiled. "Now go set up the verandah for our breakfast while I finish here and also think up an awkward revenge question for you."

"Yes, mom," I laughed as I turned and headed outdoors, but not before mom gave me a pop on the butt with her palm. I was now naked outside, and it felt slightly awkward, probably because mom wasn't with me. I looked around and came to the conclusion that she was right- our neighbours couldn't readily see us here on our deck without going to some lengths, like using a trampoline to see over the fences. It made me feel better about our other nude activities out here as well.

I set up the table, bringing dishes and cutlery out. When I was in the kitchen, I'd occasionally stop and just watch mom, who was at the stove, clearly making bacon, eggs, and hash browns. Looks like it was a greasy breakfast kind of morning, and I couldn't blame her.