Finding Our Way Ch. 02

"What kind of observations?"

"Things we like. Things we could do without. Things we think could be improved. Anything. Any ideas or thoughts we can come up with from the observations of the video we'll make tonight."

I hadn't been sure I understood exactly what she's had in mind, but she was already stroking my cock and assuring me that she would help me forget the camera was even there. Frankly, I've never been camera shy. My mother is smoking hot, she'd been stroking me, promising to do things to me that would make me forget all about the camera and inviting me to roll naked with her on that bed. I'd been in no way inclined to say No.

Now, in the den, Mom used her free hand to point the tiny remote at the camera, which was hooked up to the television. (She had connected them. She was one of the few females I'd ever met who didn't at least pretend to have anxiety around technology.) "Come on and sit down with me, and give me a bite of that toast!" she said.

"Should I hold it for you, so you can keep your hand down in there?" I teased. She seemed to consider the idea. I sat down next to her, and put the free standing tray in front of us. I reached for her waistband. "Here. I'd rather help you with that!"

"Smiling she took her hand out of her P.J.s and slapped my hand away. Let's at least try to get throughsomeof this video, and see if we can learn anything."

"At least give me a taste or a sniff." I said in mock complaint.

"The smell would probably be more your cum than my juices anyway. After last night I'm surprised you've got any fluids left in your body."

I drank half a glass of orange juice in acknowledgment of the truth of the statement, and waggled my eyebrows at her.

She stuck her fingers in her mouth, hummed and nodded. "Yep. I was right. Delicious. Thank you, by the way. You really hit the spot!"

"There's more where that came from."

"Just toast and juice for now, thanks."

With that she remote controlled the camera to begin playing our very personal video.

It begins blurry, but auto-adjusts to a close up of my mother's face. With such a fantastic body it's easy to lose track of how beautiful her face really is. Her eyes are the purest emeralds resting on a high powered halogen bulb. So green! So bright! She is smiling joyously, her nostrils flared with excitement, and she quietly says, "This is for you, Kevin. I'm so excited you're my man!"

She steps back, and the view auto adjusts to show the bed. I'm on it on my knees. My shirt is already off (it almost surprises me how hard my body looks. My abdominals are showing and my chest looks chiseled. I kept lifting weights after high school, and my time with Kim intensified the schedule for a time. I'm not a bad specimen at all,) and I'm breathing hard with the excitement of Mom's "preparing" me. She crawls onto the bed. That black pencil skirt is nowhere to be seen, but the dizzying curvature of her ass is marked well by a pair of silky black panties. The camera cannot catch her tiny waist, but her matching black bra can be seen to sway as she makes her way over to me.

Still on her hands and knees, she kisses my stomach. My voice caries over slightly muffled, "What did you say?" Her response is unintelligible, but watching it in the den I can remember that her words are "You'll see tomorrow." The camera fails to show the winning smile she beams at me, then she begins kissing up my torso from my navel to my upper abs to my chest, collar bone, neck... Finally she is upright on her knees like me, and we are kissing. The view is from behind, but it is obvious, that our tongues must be deep in one another's mouth.

One of my hands (my right) is cupping that glorious ass, and the other is stroking her long black hair. Her arms are locked around my waist. What a beautiful sight she is, even from behind!

In the den, watching us make out on screen, I feel Mom's hand, slightly sticky (from the previous hours of fluid exchange or just from the orange juice? I don't care which,) take my own. She tilts her head onto my shoulder. I look down at her, snuggled into me on my right. Her face is hidden from me, but I can see her right hand resting on the groin of her pajamas.

The muffled sound of my voice can be heard, but not understood.

In the den, Mom imitates my voice poorly, but recalls my words well, "If you wanna make a show, then let's make a show." She snorts, and I crack a smile while squeezing her shoulder.

My left hand releases her heir, and pinches the back of her bra. The straps pop apart, but hang on her shoulder. Then, with my right hand on her hip and my left on her shoulder, I guide her to turn around until she is grinding her ass into my crotch and the loosely hanging bra is exposing one nipple to the camera. Mom can be heard humming approval, and then she gasps as my hands reach around her and simultaneously pluck the bra off and slide the other hand down the front of her panties.

Mom's hair is covering her eyes, but her smile is wide. She's grinding harder now and grunting. My left hand is cupping one of the two most symmetrically ideal breasts I've ever seen let alone touched. The nipple can be just barely made out between my fingers (and we both remember that I'm pinching those two fingers together for that extra bit of oomph.)Mom's breathing is getting shallow, and she's really leaning forward into my cupping hand and pushing back against my boxer shorts. Her left arm is up, over her head and back behind mine; stroking my hair. Her right is holding onto my right forearm.

"This is one of the parts I wanted to talk with you about, Kevin." my mother says. "Let's let it play a bit further, then I'm going to pause it. Just a heads up." She doesn't sound upset, and the vision of her on the screen looks positively delirious.

We hold this position, dry humping up on our knees, for another minute. Finally I release her breast, and she falls forward onto her hands and knees. I pull my hand out of her groin and use both hands to pull the panties off of her. She's wagging her ass and making happy squeaking sounds; smiling at the camera and lifting her knees so I can pull them completely off of her.

She rolls away from me, onto her back, props her upper body up onto her elbows so she can have a good view of me and spreads her legs in beautiful invitation. I stand up on the bed, and pull my shorts down. It looks like a nine inch long red hot rod of iron. Mom reaches up to my dick as I step towards her, and then we freeze in place.

"Okay," Mom began, "now you can see on my face that I'm having a good time. So remember that I'm talking now about what could be done to make a very good thing even better, okay?"

"Okay. Relax professor. I'm not going to flip out. What is your observation?"

She gave me a kiss on the cheek just for that, and she grabbed my thigh as a bonus.

"You got your hands down into my panties pretty fast."

"Uh huh. I'd have my hands in your pajama bottoms right now if I thought you'd be cool with it. In between your legs is one of my favorite places to put my hands...and other things." I smiled at her and waited.

"And you know I love having all your things in there. But...well, some women like a slower start. It can be even more exciting. My observation is just that you may have more success – and maybe longer lasting success in bed with women if you – at least some times – take your time making your way down there."

" 'Some women'? Success in bed with 'women'? What are you talking about? Are you trying to be scientific sounding or do you have some other woman in mind? I mean you're the woman I want...I want you right now, in fact...and you've never had the trouble taking me fast and deep."

"And I love every inch of what you're giving me. The proof is coming up on the video. Good gods, it feels like the most perfect fit when you're inside me. But...Well, take Kimberly, for example. I think you two may have..."

"Kim? How did we end up talking about Kim?"

"Who knows, Kevin? Maybe you two will decide to try being intimate again. It would help you to know..."

"I'm trying to stay calm here, Mom, but it's not easy. I told you last night that I wantyou..."

"AndI toldyoulast night that I could and would be happy for you if you found happiness with another woman." She slid her hand through the front hole of my boxers, and I could feel each finger snaking around my shaft. "That doesn't necessarily have to exclude me if you don't want it to. I'm certainly not in a hurry to let this...slip...out of my grasp."

My mother's touch and her words were more than a little bit thrilling, but talking with women about threesomes had gotten me in trouble in the past. My policy was that if a woman I was with wanted to do it, I was game, but pushing for it to happen tended to lead to bruised feelings and break-ups.

"You can at least look at it this way: I love having your cock in me when you put it in right away, but I would also like it if, occasionally, you eased your way in; maybe tease me a little bit with it. I think that this would be good for you to practice for my pleasure, and it may serve you (or us) in the future beyond simply getting the two of us off. Okay?" She gave me an extra squeeze.

I didn't dare respond, unsure even of what I felt about the whole thing.

"Let's keep going." she said, and removed her hands from my trunks to grab and point the remote at the camera.

Our bodies go back into motion. I step into the wide angle her legs are creating, and she grabs my dick like it's her own personal treasure she wants returned immediately. I ease down onto her, and her hand is already at work, twisting, squeezing and guiding my meat (the meat she has claimed with her eyes and her hands) to the meeting of her lean thighs.

"O-AH!" she exclaims as I entered her.

Beside me I could hear Mom gasp and whisper to herself, "Yes, finally."

My body moves in its fucking movement slowly, but my mother's slimmer form is already thrashing around beneath me; bucking and fucking against my rod. Her heels are digging into my ass urging me to fuck faster. Fuck harder. She's screaming, but there are no words.

I chuckled. "Slow and easy doesn't seem to be what you're looking for there, Mom."

She shrugs, not daring to look away from the raw sex on the screen. "Going slow is just one possibility that occurred to me, Kevin. It's no surprise. It drives me completely crazy when I can feel you in and on top of me." Her hand was back down her pajama trousers, and we were still fucking on the screen like a pair of epileptics in a final lusty frenzy.

We both knew that the pair on the screen were going to be in that position for a while, so we took the opportunity to nibble some more breakfast and to kiss for a bit. On screen, my mother and I slammed our privates together (in combination with sucking, grunting and exclaiming our approval) for a good fifteen minutes or so while Mom and I kissed on the couch. Her hand was busy in her pants, and I had my free hand (the hand that wasn't around her shoulder – holding her to me) was stroking and squeezing her breasts under her silky top.

It was quiet and sedate compared to most of the action we'd shared, but nice in a way that brought us even closer. Even the sounds coming from the TV didn't sound like regular porn. We were saying each other's names on screen, and there seemed to be feeling in our voices that you wouldn't hear on a professional production.

At some point we heard my mother's voice saying, "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhh!" under the steady pounding of my cock, and Mom snapped out of the make out session. "Ooh! This next part coming up is great!" She didn't ask me to let go of her tits (so I didn't,) but her focus was back on the screen.

We are still thrashing and sweating together in missionary position. Mom has one leg wrapped around my waist. But the other has flown loose, and is just swaying in the air; jolted with each thrust her pussy receives. The "Uh, uh" sounds she was making before have slid into a soft "AaaAaaAaaAaaAaaAaa" in the rhythm of our sex.

I slow to a stop, and draw out of her. We both make grunting and groaning sounds as my penis is loosed from Mom's warm wet middle, where it so obviously should be. But I keep drawing back until I'm sitting back on my heels. I reach out for hands. She gives them to me, clearly unaware of what I have planned and clearly ready to participate in whatever it may be. I back up off the bed towards the camera. Mom scoots along the sheets to me; elation mixed with confusion on her lovely face. And as soon as her body is within my reach, I grab her, lift her up into the air and hold her to my chest. Her legs come around me as I lower her to my cock. "Holy-fucking-shit!" she cries as her open hole(not visible to the camera, but we know)feels the first kiss of the head of my cock. "Fuuuuuck YES!" she cries out to the ceiling, eyes scrunched shut, as she sinks all the way down to the base of my rod.

My back is to the camera, and my mother is loud as hell, so its mike can hardly pick up my voice moaning out a simple, "Ohhhhhhh."

Mom was clapping her hands slowly. "Observation:" she said, "Bravo sir! Bravo! That was well done. I just came a bit here and now seeing and remembering that!"

She is really flying now; riding up and down my free standing body. All the camera can see of her is her calves hooked around the backs of my thighs, her arms wrapped around the back of my neck and her face twisted in excruciating exultation. Her hair is flying all over the place, and she's moving like she'll never stop.

My musculature is well defined, and my ass is clearly on display. But the camera cannot see my face, so it cannot show my delight or the spectacular view I have: My mother's breasts heaving up at me and her entire tight little torso twisting and shifting and bucking those narrow hips onto the dick; My dick, which she cannot seem to get enough of. No one can see how perfectly each cheek of her ass fits into my hands.

"Tell me the truth," she said on the couch, her fingers still busy beneath the thin fabric of her bottoms. "You did that for the camera, didn't you?"

"Partly, maybe. Yeah. I also just wanted to do it."

"Well good show! Don't do it every time, but definitely keep it on the menu. I especially like what you are going to do now."

Mom's eyes shoot open, big as saucers. "Huh. OHHHH!!" she cries out. "OH FUH OH!" And she goes on like that, each time sounding abundantly surprised." There is no indication on the screen what has changed.

This time we are both clapping and laughing. Mom is really whooping it up. Finally she pauses it, and turns to face me completely.

"How? How did you know to do that?"

"A little voice in my head," I said grinning. "It said, 'Kevin, it's time for the ole' reach around.' And that voice was right."

"That voice wasdefinitelyright. I'm into all sorts of stuff, but I've never let anyone penetrate my ass before. I've never believed the women who say they enjoy it. But if your finger feels that good in my pucker, we may just have to find a way to sink your beautiful monster up there." She was grinning like a kid who'd just found an amazing new flavor of ice cream in her favorite ice cream shop.

"Mom, in case you haven't noticed, I'm pretty ready to go right now. Just say the word and we'll stretch you out right here on this couch!"

"Easy, Tiger! We can experiment with the fingers a few more times before we try to fit my favorite lolly pop up the chute." I reached for the waistband of her pants, but she fended me off. "Not yet. My pants are getting gooey too, but I'd like to try to watch a little bit more." I realized that I could smell her sex in the air. "Then," she continued, "I'm going to personally see to it that we leave an ass, knee or head print on every surface in this house."

I folded my arms. "I can wait if you can," I lied. I would hold back, but when the time came to cut loose I was going to fuck my mother up one wall and down the other.

"I am very impressed," she said, and then she clicked "play."

"Our bodies judder back into the standing/fucking action. Mom's eyes are alight. Not for the first time I am struck by how slender and fragile looking she is when looking at her slender calves and arms and delicate features. But there she is, bouncing up and down as my cock jackhammers into her and my finger pushes a second knuckle into her anus, and she's smiling like a chocoholic in a Hershey's factory.

Unlike the missionary we can only go on like that for a few minutes longer, and then my legs begin to shake. Mom releases another flood of yowls as I withdraw my finger and slow my humping to a stop. She goes completely limp in my arms. My cock is still rigid inside her, but I don't have the strength to lift her off of it for the moment. After a ten count she stirs again, and says, "I'm okay."

I bend my knees, and Mom's legs stand – wobbly – on the carpeting next to the bed. She is still unsteady from the abuse she's been taking between her legs. She is looking up at me with a lazy eyed smile highlighted by awe. I turn her towards the bed, and she crawls onto it. She's on all fours again, but this time I'm behind her, and am given a reminder of just how inviting her ass can be. I climb on after her, and – before she can plop down onto her stomach – I grab her hips and pull her to me.

Entry is easy, and she spreads her knees a little bit further; already recharged and ready for more. I'm not fucking her doggy-style for long – maybe three or four slaps of her ass against my abdomen – before she throws her head back in delight. "Oh, yeah, Baby, FUCK it. Uh! Fuck yeah! UH! My Pussy' s so WET! Ah! YEAH!"

And we freeze again just as I'm slamming my prick deep into her waiting cunt.

Mom drops the remote onto the couch, shaking her head. She is staring in amazement at the screen. "I was completely exhausted just a few seconds ago there," she says. She points at the screen. I'd had about four or five orgasms by the time you set me to crawl on the bed: Once or twice while you were fucking the hell out of me in missionary, once when you picked me up and skewered me on your meat standing up, once when you shoved your finger up my ass and one other when you pulled it out. When you helped me onto the bed I thought I was done, not a doubt in my mind. I was getting ready to collapse and beg for mercy."

Finally, she turned away from the TV and looked me in the eye. "But then you put your hands on my hips, Kevin, and...and all of a sudden I couldn't have settled for less than every inch of your cock stretching and pushing my cunt! I was..." She stood up, and walked to the screen to look closer at our connected forms. "Look at my face. I'm completely present in the moment, but not like you are." On the screen, Mom's hair is all over the place. Her mouth is wide open in some kind of primal rebel yell. Her eyes are shut like a singer belting out the most important note of her career.

"Look at yourself here, Kevin," she says, pointing again. My body is in a pose of complete fucking domination; my rod is sheathed completely in my mother's cunt, I'm bent over, one hand on her hip, the other reaching forward, and bracing a shoulder. I seem to be using my hands to pull Mom's torso onto my dick with extra force as I slam it forward into her. Her back is arched, and her hands and arms are braced to push her back into the massive penetrating force I'm creating between her legs. It forces her tits a bit forward, nipples clearly defined in profile.

But then my mother clarifies. "Look at your face." The expression of my face on the screen is not one of domination. It is a mix of calm focus, intensity and passion. But there is a hint of concern in my eyes. I am all about making sure that my body communicates raging passion and pleasure. "You're present too," Mom says to my face on the screen, "but you're not just focused on the pleasure. You're focused on me! In this frame of video, I can see that you are completely about pleasuring me."