Holding mood and time for her – 2

My eyes went from my mother’s cunt to her face, her eyes were open looking at me as I stood there. And though I know she was as surprised to see me as I was in seeing her, she was so locked in the throes of orgasmic bliss at the moment, that she could no more of jumped up and pretended to be doing otherwise as I’d been able to do when she’d walked in on me. And like her, I was mesmerized at what I was seeing. I could have easily stepped back,

and then out of the room but I didn’t. Though she let go of the toy she’d been using on herself, it remained inside her as she finally spoke.

“Dan…”

It was my name, yes. And I knew that. And I knew she was speaking to me when she said it. But it was the way she said it that initially threw me. And maybe because of that I acted the way that I did. Irrationally perhaps, foolishly, even stupidly, but for a moment I became my father. Don’t ask me to explain it, because I can’t. I simply walked over to her, her hands coming up towards me as I stood by the side of the bed.

I don’t even remember undressing myself, but in the next instant I was naked, crawling into bed beside her, reaching down, removing the toy still captured between her legs, and tossing it across the bed away from us. I felt the head of my prick slip between the wet slick opening of her sex, and then slip easily inside her. Mom’s hands encircling my back, her pussy coming up to meet me gathering every inch of me inside her as she did.

“Oh…Dan!”

**

It’s not like I had a lot of experience. I didn’t. I’d only been with two women my entire life, though I’d never heard any complaints either. But what little I did seem to know, appeared to go over rather well as I made love to my own mother. And as we did, at least at that moment, she wasn’t, and I think she wasn’t seeing me as her son either. We were just two people coming together seeking assurance, love and compassion from one another. The passion and intensity we felt was more cleansing than anything else.

Sliding in and out of my mother’s cunt was far more intimate a sensation than any I had ever known. Feeling her heat, her softness as she grasped me, milking me, clenching me with the muscles of her cunt was beyond belief. It wasn’t long before I felt her tensing up, knowing without any doubt she was hovering on the edge once again. I drove into her as deeply as I could, felt her quiver, and then unleashed a torrent of my spunk inside her at the exact instant I felt the inside of her pussy liquefy around me as well.

“Oh Dan! Dan! Yes baby yes…cum in me, fill me, fill me up with your seed, fuck me baby…fuck me!”

I lay there for the longest time just holding her in my arms until she was soundly, and contentedly asleep. Even then I stayed with her for quite a while, only slipping out of her bed when it neared morning. Quietly I slipped off into my own room, mixed emotions of what I had done bouncing around inside my head. Had it not been for my own exhaustion, I’m not sure I’d have ever gotten to sleep.

Morning came, and with it the bright sunshine poured through my open window, waking me. The house was quiet however, even though it was late, late in the morning at least. The fact it was also Saturday should have had the normal sounds of mom as well as miya busy at work doing the usual house chores that they did. My own waiting for me outside with the lawn needing to be mowed. I hurriedly dressed and made my way downstairs into the kitchen area, wondering what I might expect to find, and nervously so when doing. To my surprise, I found a note propped up against an empty coffee cup waiting for me.

“Thought I’d let you sleep in a little, have a cup of coffee, wake up…and then get the lawn mowed for me, Love mom.” She’d included a smiley face, which in a strange way was much of a relief to me. I didn’t know what to expect, or how she might react this morning after last night, but at least I was confident she didn’t hate me because of it.

But that still didn’t solve the problem of what I was going to tell my sister or try to explain to her what had happened, if I even could. But I knew that I had to. I wasn’t about to lie to her, or make any attempt at keeping this a secret either. Though I also decided a lot of that would be up to mom. Most likely,

that was a one time thing…something that would never, ever happen again anyway. And if mom were more inclined to let it go at that, and never speak or mention it again, then I’d do that as well. And in that case perhaps, there was no reason why miya should ever know what we’d done.

I realized then that the two of them were no doubt down in the basement doing the laundry. Something mom always busied herself with every Saturday. Not only did she wash and fold all the clothes, she ironed them too, even though the rest of us always found that unnecessary as we either did it ourselves, or bought clothes that really didn’t need any ironing. In a way, it was therapy perhaps for her to do so.

I soon finished my coffee and then headed outside to have a look at the mower, check it out, and then do the yard. As I passed by the tool shed, I glanced over at the side of the house, saw the downstairs window light was on, and knew that’s where in all likelihood the two of them were, busily folding clothes or some such. I stooped over peering in, figuring if nothing else when they saw me, to wave and let them know I was up and about. Once again I had another surprise waiting for me when I did that.

Mom was indeed ironing…all she had on was a robe, though it was open at the time, and I could see that she was obviously naked beneath it. I then watched as miya came walking into the room with a bundle of recently dried clothing which she sat down on the table and proceeded to sort out into piles to be folded, or ironed depending upon how mom seemed fit. Miya wore only the briefest of panties,