Chapter 2 – III

Once inside, I started banging away, but mom whispered back to me to slow down. And I did so.

Being young I often got carried away, fucking mom. It was easy, with a woman as beautiful as her. Once in a blue moon, she'd go pornstar style on me, but mostly, like now, she wanted it slow and romantic. And I have to say I like it better like that, too.

So I slowed down and massaged her ass with one hand and with the other lightly pulled at strands of her blond hair and reached around and fondled her big tits as I gently pushed my cock up into her soft pussy.

Mom responded in kind. Her pussy muscles contracted and tightened up. Oh how I loved it when they did that! Turns out mom was an expert at muscle control, something I'd pleasantly discovered since we started our illicit relations…

While constricting her pussy muscles around my cock, mom also grinded back her asscheeks into my pelvis, bucking back at me. How I loved that too!

We were having mesmerizing, passionate sex, and her moans got louder and louder with each of my thrusts. The softness of her asscheeks as I held them, the tightness of her pussy, its squeezing, hot suction, fuck, it all overwhelmed me and I let go of a huge orgasm inside her, shooting my load deep.

And, as usual, once I came, she followed and her body quivered and she craned her neck around to kiss me.

Breaking our kiss, we fell into the bed in unison, exhausted. I glanced over and admired her, lying there, panting, her body stretched out into an X. She looked so fucking hot in bed with all her work clothes on and her skirt riding up and her legs and bare pussy exposed. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to actually be able to fuck this woman.

I leaned over and kissed her again for a minute. Then we held hands for a while and stared out the window. Dusk was falling and we gazed out toward the heavens and marveled at how the reddish hue of the evening glow illuminated the Gulf sky.

Things had been bliss with mom, ever since that night she came home from her date with that Ted asshole and we'd finally gotten everything out in the open. We were pretty much spending all our free time together now, doing all sorts of couples' stuff, like going to movies, out to eat, walks on the beach, etc.

Plus we were fucking like rabbits. In the morning before work we'd go for a quickie, or sometimes two. And at night after dinner we'd always do it, usually two or three times.

Even during lunch we'd go at it. Mom had gotten me a cushy city council job near her office on the Island and we'd meet up for lunch at Padre Island Burger Company and then drive off into the sand dunes, in her Lexus, for a midday tryst.

Behind her darkly tinted windows, we'd climb into the comfy leather backseat, and usually do it with her on top, her skirt rolled up, my fly open and her panties hanging off one of her ankles. I'd always unbutton her blouse a couple buttons so I could suck her gorgeous tits as they popped out of her bra and jiggled to the rhythm of her riding me.

It'd been awesome, everything with her, like a dream. It was the most sex I'd ever had in my whole life. Mom and I were the perfect newlyweds having the time of our lives.

But it wasn't all perfect. In fact, far from it. Because we were mom and son, and everyone in town knew us, we had to be careful what we did and said in public. It was weird, having to go from being all over mom in private, to acting totally different around her in public, like at the grocery store or something.

It was impossible to hide from everyone, though, how much time we were spending together. And pretty soon mom's friends started to talk to her about it, saying how she shouldn't be spending so much time with me, how it'd turn me into a "mama's boy." If only they knew!

My pals gave me some gruff about it, too. There'd be plenty of times where they'd ask me out drinking, to the rodeo, or to a Spurs game, and I'd turn them down so I could hang out with mom.

Eventually it boiled over one night when we were out drinking and my buddy Trevor asked me to his house to watch the 'Stros game that weekend. When I declined he asked me if it was because I needed to see my mom. I told him "yes," to which he replied, drunkenly: "Dude, why are you always with your mom? It's weird. I mean, she is hot and all. I mean, but, like, are you banging her or something?"

A chill tingled down my spine at his insinuation, but a rage overtook me when he spoke about my mom in such a crude manner. Coolly, I set my glass down on the table, pivoted in his direction, and threw a left cross that landed cleanly on his right eye. After impact he plummeted from his barstool.

My friends pulled me off him, as I'd been kicking him while he lay on the floor, and a couple bouncers tossed me out. The next day he stopped by my office, shiner and all, hat in hand, and apologized and we had lunch and a beer. But still, the whole incident let me know that people were watching. And taking notes.

Probably the most awkward time for mom and me was around our family. If they came by to visit I'd have to take all my stuff out of our bedroom and bring it back to "mine." And mom and I would barely be able to have sex.

The weekend we went up to Galveston to see my grandparents, her parents, was the worst. My grandmother is a very shrewd woman, and I swear, the second we stepped foot in that house, she cast us the strangest glare I'd ever seen from her.

Just being around them and other family that weekend was painful. Mom kept telling me that she felt like everyone knew. She made a point to try to never be alone with me at all during that visit. Never to go anywhere alone with me, not sit or stand too close, nothing. It was beyond awkward.

Beyond awkward also was seeing her slightly older sister, my aunt, who was a far chubbier version of her. Looking at her and thinking of my mom being a hundred pounds heavier really freaked me out. It made me want to do everything I could to keep mom away from the ice cream, with which she indulged way too much of during that visit. It also seemed like my aunt knew about us, too. She'd been giving me some awful strange glares.