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A Vacation for Mom

It was going to be an interesting week. Mom was coming to stay
with me. I hadn't seen her in nearly two years. I live in Hilo,
Hawaii and she lives in Boston. I work for the National Park
Service at the Volcano National Park and she's a professor of
Literature at Boston College. We've always been close. She was my
best friend all through school and she leaned on me a lot too,
especially after Dad was killed.

He was sitting at a red light and the driver of a cement truck
fell asleep and hit him. He likely never knew what happened. Mom
was devastated for a few months and she never really got back to
that bubbly girl she was before. Over the last two years we've
always meant to spend some time together, but things just kept
happening. I finally just bought her a ticket and told her to
come over Christmas break. She had a million reasons not to come,
but I wouldn't listen and she finally agreed.

When she landed, I was waiting and when she came out of the gate,
she still took my breath away. She's forty eight but she looks
like she's thirty and just coming into her prime. She's tall and
slender, with this amazing long black hair that hangs down to the
back of her knees. She was 19 when I was born and they never
wanted another child so it was just her and I after Dad died. She
looked like she needed some sun. I suppose that after a couple of
months of Boston winter, she hadn't seen much besides snow
recently.

She saw me waiting and ran to me. She threw herself on me and we
hugged. She kissed me all over my face and she was crying.

"Hey, this is supposed to be happy," I told her.

"It is," she said. "I'm just so glad to see you. Thanks for
making me come."

I put my arm around her shoulders and she put hers around my
waist as we walked down to get her luggage. She leaned her head
against me and an older couple was walking beside us. They smiled
indulgently at us. "How long have you two been married?" the lady
asked.

"Two weeks," I told her. "We're on our honeymoon."

"Oh, that's so romantic," she said. "It just thrills me seeing
young people in love."

"What was that?" mom laughed as they walked away.

"I didn't have the heart to tell them you're an old woman," I
told her.

She punched me. "You're such a liar, Regan," she laughed.

"They're still watching," I said.

I dipped her down and gave her a kiss, lingering on those
luscious lips. She gasped and held onto my neck until I pulled
her back up.

"That's quite a hello," she said, looking into my eyes.

I laughed and picked up her bags. We loaded them in my truck and
drove home. There was a spectacular sunset and the volcano was
steaming in the background.

"It's gorgeous, Regan," she said. "I understand why you live
here."

"There's room for you," I told her. "Anytime you get tired of
snow, the sunny beaches await."

I got her settled in her room and cooked dinner for her. We had
fresh fish and prawns. We sat together on the sofa and I fed her
prawns dipped in drawn butter. We drank wine and ate chunks of
fruit.

"Want to go swimming?" I asked her.

"It's dark," she said. "Can we swim in the dark?"

"It's eighty five degrees out there and the ocean feels like bath
water," I told her. "Of course we can swim."

"I'll go get changed," she said.

We met on the deck and she had a striped wrap on and I brought
towels. She held my hand as we walked down to the beach. I live
about 200 feet up on a hill facing the beach and there's a stone
path down to the water. I had a fire ready to be lit and a cooler
with champagne in it down there.

"You planned this all along," she said.

"I thought you might like it," I told her.

"I love it," she said. "Are we really going to swim?"

"I am," I said. "Do you want to go with me?"

She untied a couple of strings and dropped the wrap by the fire.
My breath caught in my throat. I had never seen Mom in a bikini
before. She was spectacular. She had a body that men would kill
to touch. Her breasts were large and high, barely held in check
by the little red bikini she was wearing. Her waist was tiny,
looking as if my hands could circle it and it flared dramatically
into hips that were slim but definitely female. Her legs were
impossibly long, slender and muscular at the same time and her
feet were tiny.

"Stop staring and close your mouth, Regan," she said. "You're
embarrassing me."

"My God, Mom," I gasped. "You're gorgeous! I had forgotten how
beautiful you are."

"Thanks, baby, but I look the same as I always have."

"I guess I just forgot," I said. "How many times a week do you
work out?"

She laughed. "Four times a week, just like I always have. Are you
going to stare at me or are we going swimming?"

"I'm going to stare for a couple of hours, and then we'll swim,"
I said.

She laughed and pulled me toward the water. I followed her and
the firelight playing across her back highlighted her fantastic
butt. It was firm and very round and she had a thong bikini. Her
cheeks were bare and I could hardly keep myself from reaching out
to give her a squeeze.

This was not what I had planned! I shook my head. "She's your
mother, for God's sake," I told myself. "Get your mind out of the
gutter. If she knew what you were thinking she'd be horrified!"

We waded into the surf and the water was as good as I'd promised
her. We waded out until the gentle waves were bobbing us off our
feet. I'm six five and I could stand a little farther out than
she could. She paddled over and held onto me and we laughed and
played. The feeling of her sleek body, rubbing against mine was
causing undesired results and I started to feel the beginnings of
an erection. I hid it for a while, keeping my hips turned away
from her and adjusted myself so that my trunks held it flat. A
larger wave pushed her against me and I felt her stiffen in my
arms for a moment. She looked at me seriously and then laughed
and splashed me.

"Stop it, Regan," she said. "It's very flattering, but I'm old
enough to be your mother." She laughed at her joke and I hugged
her for not making it awkward. I towed her in so she could stand
up.

"I'm not doing it on purpose," I told her. "If you want me to
stop, you shouldn't look and feel like that. Let's play where
you're not rubbing on me for a while and I'll be better."

We swam down the beach a quarter mile and back, getting some
exercise and then got out. I spread out the towels by the fire
and opened the champagne. We drank it all and ate more fruit. She
looked like a fire goddess in the flickering flames and I noticed
she was getting a little tipsy. Her speech became slower and she
lay facing me, her eyes shining in the firelight.

"I love being here with you, baby," she told me. "I've missed you
so much you can't imagine."

She leaned into me and gave me a kiss. She lost her balance a
little and rolled into me, pushing me over on my back. She
snuggled her cheek into my chest and lay half over me. I cuddled
her and played with her hair for a minute. Her leg slid up over
mine and I could feel the crotch of her bikini against my thigh.
I ran my hand down her back and she shivered and pushed against
me. She looked up into my face and offered me her lips. I nibbled
on them and caught her full lower lip gently between my teeth,
stretching it and letting it pop loose. I gave her a full kiss
and our tongues dueled for a minute as she rubbed against me.

She pulled back with a laugh. "I think I've had too much to
drink," she said. "Maybe we should go get some sleep."

She stood and pulled me up, wobbling a little, and held my hand
as she led the way up the hill. She hugged me and gave me another
peck on the lips before going upstairs.

"Thanks, baby," she said. "That was awesome. I can't wait for
tomorrow."

It was raining when I got up in the morning. I made coffee and
cubed fruit. I had some pastry and juiced some guavas. I heard
her shower running and she came down in a few minutes wearing
jeans and a white button up shirt. She fit in those jeans like a
fifteen-year-old girl and she had the tails of the shirt tied up
under her breasts, leaving her stomach bare. She had ridged
abdominal muscles showing and it was very sexy. Her toenails were
painted purple and yellow and her fingernails matched, I
noticed.

She hugged me and kissed my cheek. We ate fruit and drank juice.
She nibbled on a piece of pastry over coffee.

"I love how you have all this fresh fruit you can just pick up,"
she said. "I buy fruit at the store and it tastes like eating a
piece of celery. I like celery, but I expect fruit to taste like
fruit. I get some good things in the summer at the farmer's
market, but that's it."

"I know," I told her. "I have mango and avocado trees and there
are all kinds of people selling on the streets. The pineapples
are awesome here."

The rain stopped by the time we were finished and the sun came
out. I took her to the park and showed her around where I work. I
had a tour planned to take her down in the volcano the next day,
but she got a good look from the rim. Stan was bringing a group
back when we got up on the rim.

"Is this your girlfriend, Regan?" he asked. "Yes she is," I told
him. "Sadin, this is Stan. He usually takes a group down in the
morning and I go in the afternoon."

"Sadin, watch out for him," Stan winked at her. "He'll sacrifice
you to the goddess if you go with him. You should schedule a
morning trip."

Mom just laughed and held my arm. "I trust him, Stan," she said.
"He thinks I'm the goddess."

He smiled at that. "You are a goddess, Sadin. You're too
beautiful to hang out with him."

"Hey, she doesn't like hairy guys," I told him.

He looked down at the forest sprouting out of the neck of his
uniform. "I'm getting waxed this afternoon," he said.

He took his troupe off down the mountain and we stayed a while
longer.

"Why do you do that, Regan?" she laughed. "He liked me! Then you
told him I was your girlfriend."

"We're on our honeymoon, remember?" I said.

"Yes, you've become an incorrigible liar since you've been here,"
she said.

We walked back down the mountain and drove home. I made a picnic
and we put on shorts and t-shirts to go to a place I knew.

We had to hike half a mile but it was worth it. I know the
property owner and she promised to keep everyone but us out. We
walked right back under one of the volcanic ridges where a
waterfall plunges 60 feet down into a large pool before running
off down a small stream. There were lots of trees and grass and
it's the perfect picnic spot. We set our stuff up in the shade
and I got blankets to spread on the grass in the sun. We rolled
towels up for pillows and lay on the blankets.

She felt like she was burning and since her skin is so fair, I
believed her. She tans easily, but she had been inside in that
Boston winter and her tan had faded to a golden tint. She put on
sunscreen and we moved back into the shade for a while. It was
very humid and we sweated quite a bit. I suggested swimming in
the pool.

"Why didn't you tell me we were coming here?" she asked. "We
could have brought swim suites."

"I didn't know it was going to be so humid," I told her. "The
wind usually blows this humidity away. It may storm tonight. We
could go skinny dipping."

"Someone might see us," she said. "Other people come here; I
could tell by the path."

"Not today," I told her. "This is private property and the
landowner promised she wouldn't let anyone else come today."

She began to blush. "I don't know, Regan. This sounds like a bad
idea to me."

"Hey, it's just me," I said. "I remember when you, Dad and I went
skinny dipping in Virginia on a canoe trip."

"You were seven," she said.

"Come on, Mom. I'll turn my back and you run and get in. Then you
can look somewhere else and I'll get in. We'll go in reverse when
we get out."

"Do you promise not to look?" she asked.

"Of course. I'll just open a couple of beers while you get in," I
told her.

I could hear her rustling around and then a splash as she dived
in.

"This feels great," she called. "Come in now."

I turned around and she was swimming toward the falls. I stripped
and carried the beer into the water until I was up to the middle
of my belly. I went around the pool to the falls. She was
standing there under the water, the beginning of the swells of
her breasts exposed and she had her head back while the water
splashed over her face. Her hair streamed down her back and
floated in the water.

"Venus, rising from the waves," I called over the rush of the
water.

She laughed and took her beer. "You know the coolest places," she
said. "I can't believe I'm standing under a waterfall in the
middle of the winter."

I tried to see her boobs but the water was full of bubbles from
the falls. We let the water splash over us while we drank our
beer. When we were finished I took her can and swam back toward
our stuff. I threw them up toward the blankets and swam back to
her. I found a rock in about two feet of water and sat on it. She
swam over and I saw her hesitate for a minute.

She looked up at me and then swung up beside me. She quickly
crossed her arms over her chest, but not before I got a glimpse
of those luscious breasts. We relaxed, leaning against another
rock and she gradually forgot about crossing her arms. We talked
and she became more relaxed until she was leaning back beside me,
those beautiful breasts on display. I didn't stare, but when she
wasn't looking at me I drank in the sight like a starving man in
a buffet line.

They were amazing. I could tell they were very heavy but they
looked like a teenager's little cones. These weren't teenager
breasts though. They were full and nearly perfectly round. They
didn't sag an inch in spite of their size. Her areolas were small
brown caps on the end, slightly upturned and crinkled from the
cool water. Her nipples were also small, just little nubs, but
they were rock hard and begged to be sucked and nibbled on.

She turned and caught me looking. We both blushed and she started
to cross her arms, then she laughed and relaxed. "This is a
beautiful spot," she said. "It really does seem like paradise."

"No snakes, though," I told her. "There are none in this
paradise."

"Good," she said. "I don't need any extra temptation. Are you
ready to eat?"

I was getting hungry and I agreed we should get out. We swam to
the shore and I was very surprised when she just walked out. I
could see every inch of her back and as the water cascaded off
her sleek form she took her hair and wrung it out. Her butt was
on full display and I nearly choked as she flexed it not ten feet
in front of me.

My cock sprung to attention and she looked back over her shoulder
at me.

"Coming?" she asked.

I stood up and I saw her eyes drop down to look. They widened and
I heard her gasp. She blushed even more and her eyes quickly
returned to mine. She couldn't help looking and we just stood
there for a minute. I could feel the blood pumping and my cock
bobbed in rhythm to my heart.

"Jesus, baby," she said. "You grew up nice!"

She walked to her clothes and I could see a few wisps of dark
curls between her legs from behind. When she bent over to pick up
her clothes I could see everything she had on display. I groaned
and she laughed.

"This was your idea, Regan. Don't be groaning around."

"I never thought you'd do it," I said. "I didn't expect you to
look like Venus either."

"Venus is a fat chick with little tits," she said.

"Well, yeah in the painting," I said. "I think the real goddess
looked just like you."

She pulled on her shorts and t-shirt and came to stand in front
of me. My cock was rock hard and I stood there for a minute while
she just looked.

"Jesus, Regan; you're huge," she said. "You didn't get that from
your dad. He wasn't little, but I've never seen anything like
that."

She reached out and squeezed my cock for a second. She jerked her
hand away and covered her face.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, baby. I shouldn't have done that."

She turned away and went to sit on the blanket. I pulled my
shorts on and when I sat down beside her I saw she was crying.

"What's wrong, Mom?" I asked her.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," she said. "I just went
skinny dipping with my son and touched his cock. I'm so sorry,
Regan. I don't know what I'm doing. I haven't had sex in three
years. Your father wasn't interested the last year and I haven't
met anyone I cared about like that since. Ever since that couple
asked us how long we'd been married at the airport and you told
them we were on our honeymoon, I've been thinking weird thoughts.
What would it be like to be married to you? Then you told your
friend I was your girlfriend and I wondered what that would be
like. We went to the beach and I made you hard and I've been as
horny as hell ever since. You've been so nice to me, this place
is amazing and romantic and then you talked me into going skinny
dipping. You're so beautiful and you make me feel like I am your
girlfriend. I'm a horrible person. I shouldn't be feeling like
that."

I pushed her down on the blanked and put my face close to hers.
Her cobalt blue eyes looked up at me full of tears.

"Mom, you don't have to feel bad," I told her. "I planned your
vacation here to make you feel like you are my girlfriend. Ever
since Dad died I've been worried about you. You've laughed more
in these two days than in the last six months I was in Boston.
You deserve to feel special. You are special. You're the most
beautiful woman I've ever met. You're the most beautiful woman
I've ever seen. You look so young and sexy that people think
you're my girlfriend or my wife. Let's just spend every day
you're here like you're my girlfriend. When you feel horny that's
ok. That's the way you're supposed to feel. My God, it's been
three years. When you see someone you love and they make it
obvious they want you, you're supposed to feel horny."

"You're my son, though. It's sick to feel like this about you."

"How in the hell is that sick? I know that's what people say, but
if they had a Mom like you, they'd be lying if they said they
don't want you. Do you know how many millions of pages of
pornography there are about incest? People have those fantasies
and if they don't, they are the ones that aren't normal. If
there's a guy alive that hasn't thought about fucking his Mom or
his sister, they were either ugly, the guy is gay or he has some
sort of moral hang-up. I'm going to kiss you now."

I bent down to her and took those full lips with mine. She gasped
and I felt her hands running through my hair as she pulled my
lips to hers. That kiss went on for five minutes and when I
pulled away her face was flushed and she was gasping for breath.
I put my hand on her stomach and raised the hem of her t-shirt. I
caressed the silken skin over her abs and she sucked in her
breath. I ran my hands up over the swell of her ribcage and onto
one of those amazing breasts. It was firm and pliable under my
fingers and the little nipple was hard as diamond. She moaned
when I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger and she arched
her back, pushing her breast harder into my hand. I pushed her
t-shirt up over her breasts and she groaned when I fastened my
lips over her nipple.

"Oh, my God," she whispered raggedly. "Oh my God, baby; that
feels so good."

She was writhing under me and when I switched nipples she
exploded in orgasm. She was smoking hot and her nipples were
obviously very sensitive. Her body spasmed and writhed as she
came, her hips making coital motions against my thigh between her
legs as she rubbed her mound against me.

I slid my hand down that fantastic body, caressing the silken
skin down to her shorts. I slid my hand in and cupped her pussy
for the first time. She had a little tuft of neatly trimmed dark
curls there and I tugged on them as she moaned. When I parted her
labia she was dripping wet and she twisted her hips in ecstasy. I
gathered moisture and began to tease her clitoris. That set her
off again and this time she nearly screamed when she came.

I began pushing at her shorts, trying to slide them down her legs
but she resisted. "Wait, baby! No, stop! You're driving me crazy.
I don't want to make love here. Please don't. I need to think."

I pulled my hand out of her shorts and slid it under her, pulling
her on top of me. "It's ok, Mom," I said. "We won't do it if
you're uncomfortable. I stopped; it's ok."

She had a little panic in her eyes that quickly receded as I just
held her, her breasts crushed against my chest. She was panting
and her chest heaved.

"Too fast," she whispered against my lips. "You're too much for
me all of a sudden like that. I was losing my mind."

"It's ok, we'll just stay here a minute and catch our breath," I
assured her.

She could feel my erection trapped between us and she shifted so
she could reach it with her hand.

"I'm sorry, Regan. I just wasn't ready. I won't leave you like
this."

Her hand slid inside my shorts and she pushed them down until my
erection sprang free. She began to stroke it, coating the head
with pre=cum and then dipping between her legs to coat her
fingers with her own secretions. When she got it slippery enough
to suit her, she polished my cock like a pro, leaving me gasping
and groaning as I erupted. She used my cum to make her hand slide
around and I had never had that good a hand job. Her fingers
circled the helmet rubbing the sensitive underside and twisting
the head. I spurted a gallon of cum on my belly. It shot up on
her breasts and she cooed as she smeared it around. Her finger
went to her mouth and she licked a gob off. It was the most
erotic sight I had ever seen. My smoking hot Mom was licking my
cum off her fingers and she liked it!

"Was that ok, baby?" she asked.

"It was amazing," I told her. "You're amazing! It wasn't ok
though. I'm going to take you, Mom. Not here; not now; but you're
my girlfriend from now on and you might as well get used to it."

"Are you sure, Regan? You're not going to think this is wrong and
dirty later? You're not going to hate me? You're all I have,
baby; and I don't want to screw it up."

"I could never hate you, Mom. I think you're gorgeous and sexy
and perfect. I wouldn't want you any other way. But I am going to
make love to you. Next time there's not going to be any 'wait,
you're driving me crazy.' I'm going to drive you crazy and you're
going to drive me crazy."

"Do you promise?" she laughed. "I can hardly wait. I just want it
to be in a bed. I want clean sheets and wine. I want to dance
with you and have a nice dinner. I'm an old fashioned girl,
Regan. I like romance. As hot as this was, I don't want to fuck,
I want to make love. I could have fucked hundreds of men if
that's all I wanted. I only want to make love to one."

"I got it, Mom. I'll make it right for you. I actually have that
planned for day after tomorrow. We're going to watch the whales,
have dinner at a nice restaurant, go to a club and wind up back
home. How does that sound?"

"It sounds perfect," she said. "I think we should swim again
before we start sticking together. We're a mess. You got cum all
over us."

"You look like a messy angel," I told her.

She pulled me up and we stripped and ran laughing to the water.
She washed me and I washed her. I cradled those magnificent
breasts in my hands and I cupped her butt and pulled her against
me while I kissed her over and over. I couldn't keep my hands off
of her and evidently she felt the same. Just thinking about
touching her made me hard and it was all I could do not to fuck
her right there in the pool. I knew she didn't want that though,
so I just petted her. She was unbelievably sexy and attractive. I
never knew she was such a sexual adventurer. She had always just
been Mom and aside from the usual adolescent fantasies I had
never really thought of her as a sexual person. Her clothes had
always been strictly business and although I knew she had a drop
dead gorgeous face, I had never really thought much about what
she might look like naked.

It was like someone had grafted my Mom onto the most beautiful
centerfold body you could imagine. I had never seen breasts like
hers. I had seen them in magazines and on the internet but they
were obviously fake. There was nothing fake about Mom. I guess it
was a combination of good genes and exercise that kept her
looking like she does. Whatever it was, if she could have bottled
it she would never have to work another day. It seemed impossible
to me that a forty-eight-year-old woman could look like she was
sixteen. There wasn't a line on her face and not a sag or wrinkle
anywhere. I had to tell her.

"Mom, you're the most exciting woman I've ever known. You look
like Mary Lou Jenkins did after prom my junior year in high
school. You look and feel fantastic."

"You mean for an old lady," she laughed.

"I mean for anyone," I said. She was backed up against me and my
erection was sliding between the cheeks of her butt. She reached
down and gave it a squeeze.

"That scares me a little," she said. "I've never seen anything
like your size, Regan. I think you're going to hurt me. I've only
been with two men in my life. One was your father and another in
college. Neither one was close to as big as you. I haven't had a
lover in more than three years and I'm afraid."

"Don't be," I told her. "It may hurt a little, but I'll go as
slow as you need me to. If it takes 24 hours to make it feel
good, that's how long I'll take. I don't want to hurt you. Pain
isn't fun. Do you like oral sex, Mom?"

"I think so. I think I would with you. Your dad didn't like it.
He liked me to do it for him, but he said I tasted like fish."

"Jesus Christ, Mom; Dad was an asshole. What about the other
guy?"

"He did it and he made me cum, but I only slept with him once."

"Anyone I know?" I asked.

"No, he ran his motorcycle off a bridge our junior year at
Colgate."

"I forget you went to an Ivy League school. How smart are you,
Mom?"

"I was second in my class at Colgate," she said. "I could have
been first if I were better at math. I know you're smart, Regan.
I know your IQ."

"Really? I never knew I took an IQ test."

"You were in the third grade and they wanted to test you for the
gifted program."

"What was it?" I asked.

"I'm not going to tell you," she smiled. "It might make your head
swell. I should probably tell you that you're three points below
me, so there," she stuck out her little pointed tongue at me. "It
was good enough to get you into the volcanology program at the
University of Hawaii, so you should be happy. It's all you ever
wanted to do."

I cradled her in my arms and took her back to the blankets. She
tried to put on her clothes but I wouldn't let her.

"I just want to have a picnic with the most beautiful naked girl
in the world," I told her.

She laughed and relaxed. She sat between my legs and leaned
against my chest while I leaned against a tree. We ate fried
chicken and baked beans and drank beer. I put more sunscreen on
her so she wouldn't burn and she leaned back into me as I played
with her. I stroked and squeezed her breasts and worked her
nipples until she was a writhing wreck before reaching down to
part her legs. I looked down over her shoulder as my fingers
parted her pussy lips and I teased her clitoris. It emerged out
of its protective hood and stood tall. It continued to swell
until I could grasp it like a tiny penis. I took it between my
fingers like a cigarette and masturbated it until she exploded in
orgasm. Her hips thrust and she groaned and shuddered as she came
while I mauled her breasts with my other hand, nibbling on her
earlobe with my lips. She came again and again until she became
over sensitized and began to push my hand away.

"Stop, Regan," she gasped. "I can't take any more."

I ignored her and kept rubbing away. She shrieked as she came
again and after a minute she began to beg.

"Please, baby; stop now. I can't cum anymore. Please, please; for
God's sake, stop! I'm too sensitive and it's killing me. Please
baby."

I let her coast to a stop and she writhed around for a minute. I
put my finger inside her and felt her pussy contracting wildly
around it. I could only imagine what that would feel like wrapped
around my cock. She pushed me out of her and turned around to
kiss me.

"Oh, my God, Regan; I came a hundred times. Jesus you make me
hot. I've never cum like that before for anyone."

"I loved it, Mom. You look unbelievably erotic when you cum. I
can't believe Dad ever let you out of bed. If you were my wife
I'd be fucking you five times a day."

"Really? You can do it five times a day?"

"I could with you," I told her. "I get hard just thinking about
touching you."

"That's so exciting, baby," she said.

She slid down and took me into her mouth. She was very good. Like
the hand job she gave me earlier, the pressure and friction she
used were intense. She didn't attempt to take more than she could
handle. Gagging isn't erotic, but having a vacuum like outer
space and the warmth of lava certainly is. Her cheeks hollowed
out and her lips felt like rubber bands. Just seeing those
luscious lips wrapped around my girth had me on the point of no
return. She looked up at me with those smoldering, ice blue eyes
and she never looked away from my face. Her enjoyment of my
pleasure was obvious and she plainly liked what she was doing. I
petted her butt as my muscles tensed and I shot off another
gallon of cum in her mouth. She took the first two spurts before
the volume overwhelmed her and cum ran down her chin to drip on
my thighs. She continued until I was starting to deflate and then
she sat up. She cleaned up her chin with her thumb and
transferred it to her mouth where she acted like she enjoyed the
taste.

"Oh my God, Mom; that was incredible," I told her. "You are
beyond incredible. I can't believe how good that felt. If I die
tonight I've just had the best experience of my life and I'll die
a happy man. You are amazing."

She smiled happily, a little messy angel with cum on her chin. We
took one more dip and then packed our stuff and went home. I
grilled some local fish and cooked plantains and poi for dinner.
I had some fresh pineapples and we ate chunks with toothpicks as
we sat on the sofa and cuddled. She yawned several times till I
caught the disease and we went to bed.

We went down in the volcano the next day and I took her as close
as I dared. I told her the legends and we held hands the whole
time. She pressed herself against me the whole time and she
constantly kissed me. She looked up into my face and her eyes
were blue pools of love that I drowned in. We didn't do anything
sexual except an occasional feel of whatever body part caught our
attention. She was very affectionate and I tried to be as touchy,
feely as she was. I've never been kissed so many times in one day
in my life. We fell asleep on the sofa, listening to Hawaiian
music softly with the sound of the surf in the background. I woke
up around midnight and carried her to bed. I undressed her down
to panties and tucked her in. She woke up enough to smile
sleepily at me as I kissed her forehead goodnight.

I cooked smoked sausages and eggs for breakfast and she came down
after her shower in a little yellow sundress, ready for the day.
Her little feet were shod with sandals that matched her dress and
she had her hair up in a messy knot. She looked adorable, like a
little girl ready for school. We drove to the harbor and caught
our tour boat. They took us out and we soon found a pod of
humpback whales and we followed them for hours. Mom was flushed
with excitement and took hundreds of pictures. She changed memory
cards twice on her camera. We had lunch on the boat and continued
to follow them until it was time to head back. I took her out to
my favorite restaurant and we had a Hawaiian pig roast. She loved
the natives dancing and they persuaded her to join them. She was
very good at it, so supple and athletic that she could have been
a native had her skin been darker. She was developing a nice tan
and she looked healthy and vibrant as her hips swayed to the
music. I took her to a club and we drank cocktails and did
another kind of dancing. She was very good at that too. She
melted into me when we slow danced and she was a wild child
during the faster numbers. She constantly fended off invitations
to dance and toward the end of the evening she danced with Stan,
who showed up and claimed a dance.

When he brought her back her eyes were shining and her cheeks
were flushed. She collapsed into the booth beside me, her chest
heaving with exertion. She snuggled into me and finished her
drink. She turned to kiss me and her lips were sweet with her
drink.

"Take me home, baby," she said. "I want you now."

I held her close on the drive home and she laid her head on my
shoulder. We held hands as we walked inside and I could feel the
heat of her body against me. She clung to me when the door closed
and I walked her backwards to the hot tub. I undressed her,
following her clothes with my lips and when she was gloriously
naked. I turned on the jets and went to get champagne. Her head
was back and her eyes closed as she enjoyed the water when I
returned. She heard the cork pop and smiled with her eyes closed.
We cuddled and drank a glass of bubbly and I helped her out and
dried us with big fluffy towels. I carried her to my bed and sat
her down. She let the towel drop and pulled some pins out of her
hair. It all came tumbling down like waves of silk and she looked
amazing in the moonlight. I lit some candles and the light of the
flames flickered across her bare skin. I climbed in and patted
the bed beside me. She slid in and on top of me as I pulled the
sheet up a little, covering us to the middle of her back.

"Clean sheets," I told her.

She giggled and locked her lips to mine. I tasted her lips until
she moaned and sought my mouth with one hard little nipple. She
shuddered as I stretched it, letting my teeth graze it as I
released it. I rolled her to her back and tasted every inch of
her. My lips moving over her body had her shivering and writhing
in minutes and when my lips closed over her clitoris she bridged
up off the bed and she quivered and shuddered in release. I let
her sink back and relax and drove my tongue inside her. I reveled
in her heat and moisture until she was quivering again and I
returned to attack her hard little clitoris. It was very
sensitive and she came again in seconds. She was dripping wet and
I thought she was ready.

She was still quivering from her second orgasm when I nudged the
head of my cock between her lips and began to press into her. She
made circular motions with her hips, rubbing her breasts against
my chest and I increased the pressure. My cock was a bar of steel
at her entrance and yet she was so tight and tiny that I thought
it was going to bend before the head slipped inside with a
popping sensation. She stiffened and froze and I didn't move.

"Oh God," she whispered. "Don't move for a second, baby. Damn,
you're so big it feels like you're splitting me in two. Please
don't hurt me!"

"No Mom, I won't. Just relax and I'll move when you're ready."

She reached between us, exploring our joining and finally
stroking her clitoris. She continued that for a minute and I felt
her hips begin to move with just the head of my cock inside her.
She moaned and the motions became stronger. I took this as a sign
she was ready and gave her another inch. She winced and froze
again and I didn't move. She continued to play with her clit and
the circular motions returned. I gave her more, slowly pushing
forward until six inchers were inside her clinging pussy. I drew
back and fucked her with that six inches. A dozen strokes set her
off and she gasped and shuddered as she came. Her vaginal walls
pulsated wildly around me and it was the most incredible
sensation I ever felt. I took advantage of her orgasm to feed her
two more inches. She went off like a rocket again and I gave her
more. Every time she convulsed in climax I gave her more until
the full ten inches were inside her and I was bottomed out, the
head of my cock touching her cervix. She gasped, moaned and
shuddered under me and I didn't move for a few minutes, letting
her get used to the fullness of my cock inside her. She was as
tight as a virgin and I remembered she hadn't had sex for three
years. It was believable as she was incredibly tight and
responsive.

"Damn, baby," she groaned. "I feel like I'm a virgin on her
wedding night. Jesus, you're big. I've never had anything that
deep in me before and you're stretching me way past anything I
believed possible. You can move a little now, but go slow."

Her pussy was fluttering around me as I drew back three inches
and slowly eased back in. She groaned and shuddered and I
repeated the motion. I moved slowly inside her and her voice grew
low and husky as she moaned out her passion. I found a slow
rhythm and she matched it. I only moved about three inches, out
and then back to full penetration. She moved with me and her
voice rose in volume. I took some of my weight on my elbows and
began to withdraw almost out and slowly give her the full
length.

"Oh, God, Regan", her voice was ragged, "Oh God, you're big and
you move so damned well. Go a little faster, baby. That's it,
make me cum again. I'm going to cum on your big cock. Oh, Jesus,"
her voice rose to a scream. "Jesus I'm cuming!"

She spasmed beneath me and I began to piston in and out of her.
She came easily and often as I pumped into her, her legs wrapped
around my waist, pulling me into her and I felt her nails on my
back. I slowed my motions as she crested, letting her cum and
when she began to relax I increased the tempo, pumping my pelvic
bone against her clitoris and sending her off again. She had a
tremendous capacity for orgasm and I kept her there for what
seemed like an hour. It was probably more like ten minutes and
she was exhausted.

"Stop, baby," she cried, "I can't take it anymore. You have to
let me rest a minute. Just for a minute, please baby. You're
killing me! Please baby," she began to sob.

I let her rest and kissed her with all the love I felt for her
bursting out as I wrapped her in my arms. She sobbed for a
minute.

"O sweet Jesus, that was so intense, Regan. I thought I was going
to die. Did you cum, baby?"

"No, I was exerting iron willpower," I told her. "I'm not through
with you, Mom."

"No, wait," her hands pushed against my chest "I'm not ready yet.
Let me rest a minute."

I eased out of her and rolled her onto her stomach. I lay back
down on top of her and my slippery cock rubbed between the
fantastic cheeks of her ass. I stroked the skin of her back and
slid my cock up and down between her cheeks.

She turned her head and looked back at me. "I don't think I can
do that, Regan. God, I can hardly take you in my pussy."

"I'm not going to do 'that,' I told her. "Have you ever tried
anal?"

"No, your father would never have dreamed of it. Do you want to
do my butt?"

"Maybe someday," I said. "I don't think you're ready for that. Do
you want me to?"

She laughed. "Maybe someday. I'd like to try something a bit
smaller first. It does sound exciting though. I want to do
everything with you."

I moved down and parted her legs, finding her opening and
pressing in. She gasped immediately and pushed her butt back
against me. Her round cheeks felt hard and amazing against my
belly and I advanced to full penetration. She groaned.

"That feels so good, Regan. I think you're in me even deeper. Do
it now."

I made slow, passionate love to her; slicing through her
tightness and bumping her cervix with the head of my cock. She
groaned each time and when I reached underneath her and strummed
her clitoris she began to come again. I reached down and pulled
her to her knees, her butt thrust out and the sight of her arched
back and the feel of those two round cheeks against me drove me
crazy. I couldn't hold out anymore and I slammed into her until I
felt her cervix begin to give. She screamed out her ecstasy and I
felt the cum rush through my cock and the head exploded. I
spurted, rope after rope bathing her cervix as I couldn't stop
cuming. When she felt the heat of my cum she went into space,
screaming out her pleasure and writhing under me. I coasted to a
stop and withdrew, pulling her over and half on top of me. She
lay limply across me and we floated on a sea of sexual euphoria.
I felt her shake a little and I petted her head. Her hair covered
us like a blanket and she continued to shake a little. I looked
down and saw that she was crying.

"Mom, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Did I do something
wrong?"

She shook her head and her sobs grew stronger.

"What is it then? This was supposed to be happy! Are you ok?"

"No," she sobbed. "I'm a long damn way from ok. You make me lose
control, baby. I just gave everything to you. I'm so much in love
with you that I feel like I'm losing my mind. You made me cum a
million times. I just can't believe this is happening to me. I'm
so happy here, Regan. I've found the man I always wanted. I've
been waiting for you my whole life. Now I've found you and I'm
all messed up emotionally. You're my son, you live in Hawaii and
in two weeks I'm going to have to go back to Boston. I want to
stay here with you the rest of my life and fuck you every day. I
want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you and I've
got two weeks! I can't marry you because you're my son. I can't
stay here with you and I think I'll be so miserable in Boston
I'll want to kill myself because I can't have you."

"Jesus Mom, I never thought. Do you really love me? I mean, are
you really in love with me?"

She nodded miserably. "Yes, I am. I don't know how I'll live
without you, now that I know."

My heart was breaking. I hadn't thought about it, but I realized
that she had filled a hole in my heart I hadn't known existed. I
didn't know how I would live without her either. I squeezed her
close.

"Mom, we'll work something out. I'll find a way for us to be
together," I told her. "Just don't cry and help me think. Use
that big brain and figure something out."

She thought for five minutes and I just petted her and didn't say
a word. "No one here knows I'm your mother, right?" she asked.

"No, Stan thinks you're my girlfriend and he's the only one that
even knows you're here."

"I think, I've got it," she said. "I need to think and plan."

She fell asleep in my arms and it didn't take me long to join
her. I woke up an hour later and it was storming. I couldn't
believe this woman I loved so much was naked in bed with me. I'd
known her all my life and I realized that I had never really
known her. This was like she was a whole new person. I began to
stroke her body and I was hard again in seconds. I gently rolled
her onto her back and she woke up when I entered her. I fucked
her slowly and she came a hundred times before I emptied myself
inside her. All night long I woke her up and made passionate love
to her. When I finally woke up the sun was shining and she was
spooned up against me. I was hard again against her butt and I
lifted her leg and eased inside her. She moaned and stirred and I
gave her my cock, lying behind her and holding her in place with
her thigh in my hand. She began cuming almost immediately. After
the third time she said her thigh was cramping. I rolled her to
her other side and raised one leg straight up over my shoulder
and straddled the other. I began to stroke my cock into her with
long quick strokes and she went crazy, moaning and thrashing
until I thought she was having convulsions. When I exploded
inside her she rolled over to face me and her lips pressed
against mine.

"Regan, you're killing me," she said. "I've never been fucked
like that in my life. I'm exhausted. Are you always going to be
this horny?"

I laughed. "I don't know, Mom. I've never been with anyone that
turns me on like you do. If I am, do you think you'll mind?"

"I'll be dead in a month," she laughed. "I need rest. I want a
shower; I need to pee and I'm starving. Then I want to sleep some
more. Make us something to eat."

I cubed fruit, popped biscuits in the oven and got out butter and
strawberry jam. I put it all on a tray and carried it to the
bedroom. Mom was coming out of the shower and she climbed in bed
and we ate. I took the tray back to the kitchen and when I came
back she was already asleep, a little sexy mound under the
covers. I curled up against her and we slept. When I woke up it
was to the most erotic sensation. Her mouth was moving over me
and I let her continue until she had me on the point of
ejaculation. I reached down and pushed the covers off of us. I
tried to pull her up, but she resisted.

"No, let me," she said, returning to what she had been doing. I
pulled on her hips and she straddled me, giving my tongue access
to her pussy. I attacked it with a vengeance and she was just as
hot and sensitive as ever. She came twice before I erupted in her
mouth. She didn't lose a drop this time and when she turned
around and kissed me, there was a smile of satisfaction on her
face.

"Sadin, are you always going to be this horny?" I asked her.

She laughed herself silly. "I don't know," she gasped. "I've
never been with anyone like you."

She giggled for a long time. "Let's not do anything today," she
said. "Let's just lay around naked and talk and make love
sometimes. I feel too lazy to do anything and I'm not sure I can
walk so good. You've worn me out, baby."

By the time her two weeks were up we had a plan. When I kissed
her goodbye she whispered in my ear. "I'll see you soon. This was
the best two weeks of my life, Regan. I've never been fucked so
many times in my life as these last two weeks. I can't wait for
more."

Six months later she had a job at the University in Hilo. We took
a trip to American Samoa and she traveled under her maiden name.
We found a priest and he agreed to marry us. No one ever
suspected a thing. It turned out she was fertile and she wanted
to have a baby. Lila was born two days after Mom turned 49. She's
a gorgeous little miniature version of Mom and she fills our
lives with joy every day.

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