Mom Finally Becomes June Ch. 02

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(My first story ended after my mother and I became lovers. This is part of what happened the next day.)

I woke up late that next morning, a Saturday. I looked over at mom, June. She was fast asleep. I got out of bed quietly and walked down the hall to the second bathroom. I was still half hard and had to bend a little to hit the toilet. I must have peed for 30 seconds. The night had been full of passion and pleasure but what would be her reaction this morning, when we looked at each other? I brushed my teeth and walked back down the hall to see how she was doing. She had moved but was still asleep, on her back, her hair spread out against the pillow, her arms up, her head to the side, the sheet just covering her breasts. Her mouth was open a little. She looked wonderful, calm, at peace, but I felt a stab of fear that she would regret last night and say we could not do this again. I went downstairs, still naked, to make coffee. It was 10:30. Outside the sun shone brightly, another beautiful, bright spring day well underway. I walked over to the window by the breakfast table, looking outside at the robins, jays and finches jumping from tree to tree, chirping, sounding happy. Hard to think of them as ex-dinosaurs. I felt calm and confident, comfortable in my nakedness, proud of my well-used cock. I would wait for the coffee, then take a couple of cups upstairs to her bed. I wanted to fuck her again.

When the coffee was ready I poured myself a cup and returned to the window, one foot on the sill, sipping with one hand, absently fondling my cock and balls with the other, sort of prepping them, getting them ready. I was thinking of her last night, seeing her as I had never seen her before, lost in passion and pleasure, her body open to me, straining toward me, welcoming me inside her, her whole being responding to me without reservation or inhibition, her hands on me pulling me to her, her moans of pleasure. And I thought I had known her before! No more jerking off for me, I thought. The real thing is so incomparably much better.

I glanced to the side and saw our neighbor, Mrs. Wollinski, barefoot on her back deck in her blue t-shirt and white shorts, up on her tip-toes, leaning out, watering her plants in their planter boxes. She noticed me and waved and I waved back. Not a bad looking woman, in her 30’s or early 40’s somewhere, pretty, friendly face, nice smile, short brown hair, big tits, good legs and ass. I wondered if her pussy lived up to her name. Maybe, in Polish, “wol” meant pussy hair, and “linski” meant thick and full. She takes care of herself, I thought. Her husband is keeping her happy, even with his beer gut. I thought about doing her, coming up behind her at a party maybe, surprising her in the kitchen, arms around her waist then up to her full tits in her sweater, cupping them, my lips to her ears, pressing my cock against her butt, whispering how hot I have always thought she was and how I really wanted to fuck her. And she saying oh Tommy, you shouldn’t, I mean, not here, my husband…. Wondering how tight her pussy would be, how she would look underneath me, her face full of the same kind of pleasure I had seen in my mom. There was a thin white curtain over the bottom half of the window so she could not see below my waist but I don’t think I would have cared if she could have. I felt cool and calm. Fucking my mother violated just about every moral precept I had ever been taught but all I felt was liberated.

I turned away from the window and walked back into the kitchen, thinking that if she looked over again Mrs. Wollinski would be able to see me naked from behind and I was hoping she could. I went to the phone and dialed Jane’s number.

“Hey, Jane,” I said, when she answered.

“Tom… Hi,” she said. She sounded sleepy, still in bed.

“Need help with the shelves?” I asked. “I could come over this afternoon.”

“Oh… yes, ” she said. “When?”

“About 4? Too late?”

“No, that’s fine,” she said. “Where’s June.”

“Asleep,” I said.

There was a pause. “It might take a couple of hours,” she said.

“Fine,” I said.

“It will be hot today,” she said, and paused again. “I’ll put some beer on ice for you, Tommy.” She sounded wide awake now and I could hear the smile on her face.

I skipped a beat, too, before I said, “See you at 4.”

Another short pause. “See you then,” she said.

“Looking forward to it, Jane.”

“Me, too. Tommy.” Another pause. “Bye.”

I had gone back to stroking my cock while talking to her and I was half hard when I hung up. The pauses– there seemed to be some tension between us. I thought of the kiss when I left her, and how soft her lips were.

I went back to the kitchen, re-filled my cup and got a tray for mom, filled a carafe from the pot, got a cup and saucer and a spoon and napkin, some cream and sugar, and went back to her room. I set the tray by her night stand, walked around to the other side of the bed, putting my cup down on the other night stand. She stirred canlı bahis as I settled in, and the aroma of the coffee woke her up. She opened her eyes, stretched her arms, then looked over at me, a big smile spreading over her lovely face. “Darling!” she said. I felt a wave of relief.

“Good morning, mom,” I said, and kissed her, her wonderful soft lips opening to me, her arms around my neck. I pulled her to me, feeling her breasts against my chest. I was hard again.

“Tom,” she said, breaking the kiss and pulling back. She brushed her hair away from her eyes and then put her hand with her cool fingertips on my chest. She looked straight at me. “So… about last night,” she said slowly, searching my eyes. “Any regrets? About what we did?”

“No.” I said. “No regrets, none.”

“Oh darling, what a relief!” I could see the tension leave her shoulders and she kissed me again. “I thought you might feel bad.” She slipped her hand down to cup my balls and stroke my cock.

“I was worried about you, too” I said. “I just feel liberated.”

“I feel the same way. Wait, honey.”

She got up. I watched her, her strong, straight back tapering to her narrow waist then flaring out to her lovely bottom, as she skipped into the bathroom, her flesh shaking a little. I reached over and poured her a cup of coffee and listened to her strong stream in the bowl. Just like being married, I thought. The toilet flushed and then I heard water in the sink. She emerged a couple of minutes later looking refreshed. She walked over to the bed, her full breasts swaying, her eyes full of amusement. She was something! Those breasts! That pussy! What a woman!

“Like what you see?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said, staring at her as if she were an apparition.

She got into bed, sitting up, reached for her coffee and sipped. “Thank you,” she said. “This is wonderful!”

The phone rang. She put the cup down and picked up the receiver. “Hello,” she said, and then there was silence. I heard the quacky sound of a female voice and then she said, “When?” Then, “OK.” She put the receiver down. “One of the nurses is sick. I have to fill in.”

“When?”

“1:00.”

“How long?”

“I’m not sure. At least until 9:00, I think.”

“Damn,” I said.

“Yes,” she said.. She picked up her cup and sipped some more coffee.

“We have some time,” I said.

She held the cup in both hands, taking rapid sips, then set the cup down, sliding back down on the bed, facing me. “Yes,” she said.

“All I want to do is fuck you.” I looked at her to see if she would wince when I used the f word and we were just talking, but she didn’t.

“Mmmm. My nice young man,” she said. She brushed my cheek with her hand. “Last night was the best night of my life. You were wonderful.”

Her hand slipped back down to my cock and balls, stroking and cupping, her fingernails on the underside of my shaft. I shifted a little and opened my legs for her, my cock hard and ready.

“Such wonderful equipment you have, darling, I love to play with it.”

I reached out to her, running my finger across her lips, down to her throat, then my hand to her breasts, alternating between them, marveling at their fullness and dense softness, my finger back and forth across her nipples. I kissed her mouth then moved down to her neck and to her breast, taking her nipple in my mouth.

She was watching me, a smile on her face. “Hold on Tommy. I want to do you for a while.”

I lay back, waiting, one hand in her hair. She kissed me and then started working her mouth down to my neck, to my nipples, pulling each one into her mouth, sucking and biting a little, one hand still stroking my cock and balls.

“Oh, mom,” I said.

“Like that, baby?” she asked, without looking up at me. Down to my belly, her tongue in my navel. Then lower to my hard cock. I strained up to meet her.

“Mama wants to suck her baby’s cock,” she said, looking up at me. Then she put her mouth on the head, making her lips a little tight, as if I was pushing into her pussy. I reached down to her and lifted up as my cock parted her lips and entered her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head and shaft and then took me all the way. My hands were in her hair, rubbing her ears. I opened my legs wider and lifted myself to her, fucking her mouth. She stroked me up and down, sucking on my cock, swirling her tongue on the bulb. I was getting close.

“Mom, please, I’ll cum,” I said. “Get up here.”

“Mmm. If you insist,” she said. She moved up and lay on top of me, her breasts against mine, her pussy rubbing my cock. She said, her voice low and throaty, “You should know, Tommy, my darling, that I love it in my mouth. I love sucking it.”

I rolled over until I was on top of her. “Now I’m going to do you. You’ll beg me to stop before I’m through,” I said, and kissed her hard, my hands to her breasts and sides, rubbing my cock back and forth on her pussy. Then I started down, to her neck, kissing and licking, down to her breasts.

“Yes, bahis siteleri Tommy,” she sighed, “suck my breasts, baby.” I was licking and sucking her hard nipple, nibbling a little at it, running my tongue over it. It made her twitch and move her chest from side to side. I wanted to fuck her right then but I moved my head further down, her hands on my shoulders, pushing me lower, kissing her belly, then down to her pussy, licking and kissing as I went. She shifted her weight and opened her legs wider.

I ran my fingers through her soft fur, then put my thumb in her pussy and rubbed her small hole with my middle finger.

“Oh, honey, yes,” she said. She opened her legs even wider for me, shifting her weight, lifting up so she was up and offered to me. My mouth was over her hood and I licked it, pushing down with my tongue.

“Oh, god, Tommy, yes.” I put my thumb inside her as deep as I could and rubbed her small hole with my middle finger and then pushed it in. My tongue was inside her lips, up around her clit. It was hard and I licked all around it but not on it.

“Please, Tommy, please,” she said. I was rocking her with my thumb and finger, back and forth, and kissing her pussy. She was moving her hips this way and that, twitching.

“Please, please, Tommy, please touch it. I’m so close!”

I moved to her clit and flicked it with my tongue, and then kissed it, a full kiss, sucking her clit in my mouth, and she exploded, shuddering then thrashing on the bed.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Tommy!!” She was holding my head, pushing me against her pussy, lifting herself to me. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Yesssssssss. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I kept licking and sucking, tasting her cum as she rocked her hips from side to side, her fingers in my hair.

“Oh Jesus, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy!” she said, turning her head from side to side, lost in pleasure. I moved back up, kissing her body as I went, until I was lying on top of her, my weight not quite fully on her, kissing her mouth, moving my belly against hers, back and forth, then slowing down, and we stayed like that, quiet, for a few moments.

“You taste so nice, mom… June,” I said, finally breaking the silence.

“Tommy, honey, call me June, call me mom, call me mommy, call me what you like.”

“I’m your motherfucker,” I said.

“Yes, you are.” she said, “Do you like that word? Do you like to call yourself that?” she asked.. She was looking at me, her eyebrows knitted a little.

“Not really,” I said. “I’m your lover.” Funny how you learn sometimes. You say something that isn’t right and realize why and know you will never do that again. I would never think of myself as a motherfucker again.

“Yes,” she said. She smiled at me. “That’s much better.”

She smelled like fresh bread. I rimmed her ear with my tongue and she shivered. Then I kissed her soft, full mouth, looking at her, her eyes all smoky with love and desire.

She took my cock and rubbed it on her opening. She moved her hips a little and opened her legs wider and I pushed into her hot, wet pussy in one stroke. I began fucking her slowly, looking in her eyes, kissing her. I reached down and hooked my arms under her legs, lifting them to my shoulders, and began fucking her faster with full strokes, penetrating as deep as I could.

“Oh yes, that’s it, baby,” she said. “Your cock feels so good. Give it to me hard, honey. Fuck me hard, baby.”

Her arms were around my neck, her lips at my neck and ear, whispering to me. I felt her heat holding my cock, sliding all the way in, all the way out. I was concentrating on her pussy, how it held and caressed my cock, every tiny fraction of an inch of it, it seemed to me, stroked by her hot wet cunt. My cock felt like it was a foot long as I fucked her in an easy, steady rhythm, in and out, a nice rocking motion, our bodies moving together so nicely, smoothly, like I had been riding her all my life.

She moved her legs off my shoulders and down on the bed, then moved them together, under me. I moved my legs outside hers and pressed them together, my cock still stroking her.

“Yes, that’s it, baby,” she said. “Pin me, honey. I love it when I can’t move. When I am all yours,” she said.

I looked down at her eyes, alive with love and deep pleasure, looking in my eyes as if she could see inside me, at my mouth, her lips moving, her hands on my sides and back, up and down, stroking me, to my bottom, pulling me to her, her soft breasts against my chest, pulling my mouth to hers, kissing me, her skin blotchy with blood, her body alive and moving under me, pinned but wanting to move, and the tension making her orgasm begin to build.

“Fuck me faster, Tommy, baby,” she said. “Faster, honey.”

I started stroking faster, harder, plunging all the way in on each stroke, concentrating on my cock and how good her pussy felt, and her body as it moved under me. Her legs together made her even tighter and holding her, pinning her made me fuck her harder. I was getting close. She opened bahis şirketleri her legs again and wrapped them around my waist.

“Oh, lover, this is so good,” she said.

“I’m close, mom,” I said.

“Cum in me, baby! Hurry,” she said.

I started fucking even faster until my cumming took over and I felt it rising past the time of stopping and I just fucked faster and faster until I rammed hard into her, spurting my cum into her, jamming my cock hard into her, feeling my cum jet into her, the intense pleasure of orgasm spreading over my body.

“Baby, I’m almost there,” she said, as I plunged into her over and over, her hands on my back rubbing up and down until she yelled, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!

I kept stroking her, but slowed a little, feeling her body begin to relax but still moving under me, her face and skin flushed from her climax, slowly coming down, breathing slower, her face full of pleasure, still inward looking, caught up in her afterglow .

“Thank you, Tommy, baby,” she said, finally. And I told her she was welcome. Seeing the satisfaction on her face was almost as good as the pleasure I was feeling. I felt so comfortable with her. The anxiety about the first time now seemed a whole mental life removed. I had become someone else. We stayed connected like that for a few minutes until my exhausted cock slipped out and I moved off her, laying side by side, touching, kissing, but quiet, just being together, close and comfortable.

After a few minutes she asked, “What are you going to do today?”

“Jane asked me to come over to help her put up some bookshelves. This afternoon.”

She absorbed that news and was quiet for a few moments. “Tommy,” she said, “I have a suggestion.”

I waited for her. She was thinking and I loved watching her put her thoughts together. She had a hand on her forehead, a couple of fingers touching it, and she was looking away. Then she turned to me, smiling. “Darling, I know I can’t keep you forever, although I’m going to try. But, listen, Jane likes you. I don’t mind. She needs someone, a man. Someone like you. Why don’t you do her?” She inched a little closer to me and slid her hand down my chest to my wet cock. “She would love this, like I do. I know. I know what she is thinking. Being twins, we always know what the other is thinking .”

I didn’t know what to say. “You’re joking. Do you think she knows about us.”

“She might suspect. She thinks like me. Why not? She needs someone, a good man, and you are certainly that. I would love it if you would do her.”

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me. I want you to. And you will be in my bed at night. A woman needs it, Tommy. I know she does. She needs a man. She needs sex, a man’s hard cock in her. She loves it, like I do.”

“She wouldn’t want me to. “

“Yes, she would . I’ve seen her look at you. Just try. Flirt with her and see what happens. You might be surprised.” She paused. “But then you will be doing another woman just like me,” she said, smiling shyly at me.

“You mean it.”

“Yes, I do.” She looked at me and laughed again. “You are pretty easily convinced. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” She gave my cock a tug. “I like the idea of it. I’d like to watch, as a very interested bystander.”

We lay that way, close to each other for a few more minutes, not talking, stroking each other, kissing, and then she said, “I have to get ready. Damn!” She swung a leg over me, straddling me, leaning forward, moving her breasts back and forth over my mouth, her nipples standing out hard. “Why don’t you think about it, darling. Do that, honey.”

“Alright,” I said.

She got up and went into the bathroom.

“I’ll make us something to eat, ” I called after her.

“Wonderful,” she said, and I heard the water start for her shower.

I went downstairs and started breakfast. Bacon and eggs, The coffee in the pot I had made earlier was still hot. I was naked but put on an apron to cook the bacon.

Mom came down in a few minutes, wearing a plain dress and little make-up, her hair pinned back in a bun. She looked almost prim.

“I hope you’re not wearing that apron to eat.” she said. “I like looking at you.”

I took it off and served us both the eggs, bacon, toast and some coffee. We sat down, she right beside me. We were both very hungry after all that sex. The food was wonderful.

“You see her at 4:00?” she asked me, after we had cleared the table and put the dishes in the washer.

“Yes,” I said.

“I’d better be going or I’ll be late. I’ll be thinking of you. Really, Tommy, flirt with her and see what happens.”

“I will,” I said.

I walked with her over to the door. “I’ll see you this evening,” she said. “Thank you again for a wonderful morning,” she said, and kissed me. She pressed against me and ran her hands up and down my back and bottom. “You can use me, you know, Tommy. I want you to. You can do whatever you want, whenever you want it.”

I started to get hard again and she noticed. “I hope you will save that for Jane,” she said, smiling, kissing me again and giving my cock a last squeeze. “Bye honey. See you later.” And she was out the door and gone.

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