When the door to his town house opened to Matt's touch, his heart began to race. It was supposed to be locked. The alarm system was supposed to be activated. Wtf?
Matt tiptoed inside and closed the door as quietly as he could. Sounds from the living room, someone in tears, someone sniffling. Padding silently along the ornate Oriental carpet, he stopped when he had a good view into the living room.
On the sofa, he recognized the thick, copper hair, the silver silk blouse, and the shaking shoulders -- his mother, Mary.
"Mom?" he asked.
Mary jumped up, startled.
"Oh, Matt, I'm sorry," she said, dabbing her eyes.
"It's all right, Mom, that's why I gave you a spare key."
"I just felt like seeing you tonight, son. I really want you tonight."
"You mean … we should go to bed together?"
Mary nodded.
"But you're my mother!"
"So what?" she replied. "I'm only sixty-three, and I'm on the pill. I swim every day, I play tennis twice a week, and guys your age check me out all the time. And you're only forty-one. You could get it up for a walrus and go all night."
Matt could feel his heart pounding, recalling more than one guilty moment when he'd seen his mother in a bikini and wondering what she looked like underneath. But actually taking her to bed … there were reasons society had rules against this.
"Look, Matt," Mary said, rising. Turning her back to her son, she surreptitiously unbuttoned the top three buttons of her soft silk blouse.
"Pretend you don't know it's me," she said. "Take a look at my figure. Take a look at my hair."
Mary ran her fingers through the thick copper corona that was one of her best features, waved her hands to and fro, and, without warning, dropped her shoulder so that the blouse slid down, revealing the black strap of a tight, lacy bra.
"You'd want a piece of this, right?" she asked. "If you didn't know?"
For a moment, she thought he had gone. Then a pair of thick, muscular arms encircled her waist and pulled her close. His hands were trembling. Mary could feel the throbbing of a hard, ardent cock nestling in the crack of her ass, underneath her skirt. She felt Matt's breath hot in her ear and his teeth caressed the nape of her neck, and then gently nipped her earlobe.
As Mary pushed her body back against her son's, his hands moved up her torso and cupped her breasts, still restrained by the bra.
"Oh, my God!" Mary breathed as they writhed together. "I can't stand it anymore!"
"Let's make love in my bed," Matt whispered.
Up the stairs they went to the master bedroom. Part of Matt was terrified where this might lead, but right now his cock was making the decisions, and would not be denied. Mother or not, Louise was one of the most beautiful women Matt had ever known, and a dark fantasy was about to come true.
Mary closed the door. Face to face with Matt now, their lips met for the first time as lovers. Their mouths meshed together, their tongues danced like dervishes, and then Matt let his lips kiss and caress their way down his mother's long neck, down to her bountiful cleavage.
Gently, he opened the other buttons, and Mary shirked the blouse to the floor. Matt stood up, kissed her fiercely again, and when the kiss broke, Mary's bra had fallen, and her breasts stood proud and free.
"All that tennis," she said with a smile.
Then Mary pulled her son's shirt open and began to lick and bite his sensitive nipples. He uttered a sharp gasp of surprise and passion. As Mary began to nibble her way downward, she unbuckled her son's pants, deftly parted the zipper, yanked down his pants and underwear.
Now his cock was free. Short, lean, and red, it poked forward, tickling Mary's chin.
"My, my," she said. "It's been a long time since I've seen one like this."
"Huh?" Matt grunted as Mary's long, slender, tan fingers slipped around the throbbing shaft. She stroked it slowly as she dropped to her knees. Mary cupped his tight balls with her other hand, then teased them with her long fingernails.
"I'll blow my wad in your face if you keep that up," said Matt, his breath shallow.
"Maybe that's what I want," his mother said, casting a sly glance upward. Before he could reply, she bent his cock forward and took it into her mouth, catching Matt completely by surprise.
Mary knew she could never choke the whole three inches down her throat, but that's not what she wanted right then anyway. What she wanted was the hardest cock she could get for what she thought would be the most powerful, fiercest orgasm of her life.
So she lubricated Matt's shaft with her tongue, she tightened his balls with skillful use of her fingers, and when Matt's cock got just a little harder in anticipation of a spectacular orgasm, Mary slowly let it slide from her mouth.
"Oh, Jesus, Mom!" Matt barked. "I was so close!"
"You'd have broken my jaw," she said softly, "and I have other plans for that."
They shed the rest of their clothes and fell onto the bed. Matt glanced at the clock. Time was of no concern.
Matt's and Mary's hands spent a few moments exploring one another's bodies. Matt sank a pair of fingers into Mary's steaming, dripping cunt; she was as wet as a rain forest. He also took the opportunity to nuzzle his mother's heaving breasts, and then she slid her slender, athletic body underneath his.
"Are you ready?" she panted.
In reply, Matt thrust his hips forward, the red head of his dick poking through Mary's cunt lips. He pushed a little bit forward, then stopped.
"What are you doing?" Mary gasped, shocked.
Matt began to move his cock slowly in and out, a little bit in, a little bit out, only going in about half way, a move which drove Mary insane with lust. Not able to take it anymore, she pushed her hips upward, taking all of his cock in, and then she squeezed her tight vaginal muscles around it.
"Hah!" she cried. "Gotcha!"
Now Matt abandoned all restraint. He rammed his cock all the way home, withdrew to the very tip, and rammed in again, and again. Lifting himself onto one arm, he fingered her clit, and that did it for Mary.
"Ah! Agh! Ah!" she gasped as all capacity for speech left her. Awash in orgasm, she thrashed violently on his prick, calling his name, pulling him close.
Four, five times Mary climaxed when, finally, Matt stiffened above her and she felt the first hot jet of his jism spurting into her.
"That's it, honey!" she cried. "Give it all to me!"
Matt buried himself deep in his mother and stayed there, as his balls blasted jet after jet of hot sperm.
When it was over, and he withdrew, they clung closely together, kissing and caressing each other's bodies, in the deepest part of love.
"You came out of me," Mary said at last, "and I'm so happy you went back in me."
"I can't believe how powerful that was," Matt said, kissing her again. "But now what?"
"Maybe it's better if we don't let them know," Mary said. "They've got their secret; now we have ours."