Tommy and Tina

One kiss led to another and they grew in intensity. My hand reached down over Mom's hip pulling us tightly together. Kissing her passionately she returned the sentiment. As we continued to kiss, Mom's tongue licked my lips! The sensation made me practically levitate above the bed. She looked at me like she thought she had done something wrong.

"I'm sorry, Tommy. I guess I got carried away."

"Mom, it was wonderful."

Kissing her again, this time I put my tongue between her lips. Mom let out a soft moan. We looked into each other's eyes. Another kiss; this time our tongues made contact, gently probing the limits of each other's. The feeling was unbelievable; our hearts began pounding in unison. Mom pulled away a little bit and tried to catch her breath. She said "I... never... he tried to..."

"It was wonderful. You're the only woman in my life; everything with you is my first."

We went back for seconds, and soon our tongues were playing off each other's in a wild ecstatic celebratory dance. We were deliciously losing control, neither of us was worried about maintaining it. Mom began to shudder and pulled back, she was clearly conflicted.

"Tommy, I love you so much. I don't know what to do. I love you with all my heart but I am your mother. You are my son, but I love you so much more than that. What are the acceptable limits of a mother's love for her son before she crosses the line?"

"Mom, you can never do wrong with me. I love you - I always have and I always will. Every new day with you is better than the one before." We lay there, content with our closeness. Mom took my hand in hers, and bringing it to her lips she kissed it tenderly. Moving it away from her lips she placed it over her breast, holding it to her in firm embrace. My hand instinctually cupped and caressed the beautiful firm orb. She made no attempt to stop me. I ran my palm and fingers over it, reveling in the sheer pleasure of the sensation of the treasure in my hand. Her breathing became deeper and faster, her heart began to pound, and her passions quickly intensified. When I gently played with her nipple her whole body reacted from head to toe. Her knees were crossing over each other, and she was grinding into my now totally rock-hard manhood. Turning herself into me we continued our chaotic contortions face-to-face, sex-to-sex.

On top of her now, we were kissing with ever-increasing urgency. With one hand I was undoing the buttons on her pajama top. My knees were together, between her outstretched legs. Still clothed, we began to move our bodies rubbing our sex in instinctual simulated intercourse. I was caressing her breast through her bra, and she was lifting her knees toward our shoulders to increase our sexual contact and pleasure. Her moaning turned to whispered sentences and I could only make out a few words:

"Oh... oh... no... please... darling... my son... oh... don't... please... mother... oh... Tommy... ahhh... remember the... we can't... oh... wrong... I... oh... forgive me... cried every night... mmm... sin... beautiful child... only man... crossing a line... my life... love you... Tommy."

Being the inept and totally inexperienced virgin, even through three layers of clothing the contact of my throbbing manhood on her sex was too much: I ejaculated into my briefs. I collapsed on top of Mom, rolled to her side and asked "Did I stop too soon?"

Of course I did.

"No Tommy, you were wonderful. Everything was wonderful. Please hold me."

After a long while, she said "Tommy, we should get cleaned up, you first. Then we need to talk."

This did not sound like it was going to end well.

After a quick shower I got back into bed and waited in total dread for what Mom was going to want to talk about. I had ruined everything by acting on my selfish sexual desires. I was greedy in my demands and needs. I took advantage of Mom's good graces by pushing her too far, too fast. This would be the last time she would join me in bed. I knew I had screwed up big-time.

When Mom came back to bed we lay side by side, my left arm pulling her closely to me. She nuzzled into me and put her hand behind my head, pulling us closer. Reluctantly she began to speak.

"Tommy, I love you more than you'll ever know. You are the only man in my life. After all we've been through, loving you so much, missing you for so long, worrying about you, and thinking that I had lost you... Tommy, I went completely over the line. I lost all control. I know I just acted like a slut but..."

A hand placed firmly over her mouth stifled all subsequent words. It was clearly time to test and define the new parameters of our relationship. Mom would not be harmed, but this needed to be done and it was going to be great theater. Releasing my hand from her mouth I rolled her on her back. Rising up, I positioned my knees beside her. Leaning imposingly over her delicate body my hands were on her wrists, pinning them to the sides of her head. Her eyes told me I had her full and undivided attention.

Releasing her left wrist I leaned back and with great fanfare ripped the patch off my eye. Placing my hand back on her wrist, staring into her eyes I mustered up my sternest look. Raising my voice to Mom for only the second time in my life I firmly pushed down on her wrists in cadence with each word.

"You... will... never... say... that... word... again!"

She replied meekly "Yes Tommy."

"The... word... S... L... U...T... never... has... and... never... will... apply... to... you... do... you... under... stand?"

Meeker yet she said "Yes Tommy, I understand."

"You... will... never... EVER... think... of... your... self... that... way... again."

Her eyes tearing, gasping for breath she whispered "Yes... Tommy... I'll... do... anything... you... say."

The words and the look in her eyes told me that the psychic cancer of the 'S' word had been excised. The words and the look in her eyes told me Mom was mine for the taking.

You would think this would be a 19-year-old virgin's wettest dream come true. It was. Loving Mom so very much, it served to crystalize my responsibility to her. Her soul was so fragile and innocent. I didn't want what she wasn't completely ready to give. She had been taken against her will some twenty years ago, and never fully recovered. I wanted her to give herself to me without being consumed by guilt.

Looking down upon my beautiful angel I realized I was wrong about Mom being of two parts: she was of three. She was an amalgam of first-love-stricken eighteen-year-old girl; a mother who was solemnly committed to do whatever was best for her son; and a thirty-eight-year-old woman at the peak of her sexuality. The girl was eager for the adventure; the woman had a deep and desperate longing to be fulfilled. Only the mother, mindful of her responsibilities was hesitant - the mother was outnumbered two to one.

Totally in charge now, could I do the right thing? Did I even know what the right thing was? Pulling her close Mom was smothered with hugs and kisses. I simply said "I love you."

Her eyes told me this was the time she most desperately needed to hear me say it. The excitement and emotion was too much for her. Mom began to cry, soon she was sobbing. Cradled in my arms it was my turn to console her. She could barely get out the words.

"Tommy, when I heard the news report about the helicopter somehow I knew you were on it. Part of me died."

"I know Mom, I know. We're together now, that's all that matters. Shhhh, I love you. It's all behind us now. I will never leave you. I will love you forever. Shhhh."

She slowly relaxed and her breathing slowed. Laying her down on the bed while tenderly holding her I whispered "Shhhh. Sleep, my angel, sleep. Let me hold you. I love you. I have always loved you. I will love you forever. Sleep my angel, sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up."

Chapter 7

Thankfully, Mom slept peacefully through the night. The first thing Mom said when she got up was "Tommy, can we go home today?"

"Sounds like a plan, Mom!"

Excited, she got out of bed and called several airlines. Non-stop flights were full; we didn't want to change planes so we decided to wait one more day.

We did the tourist routine again before returning to our room for our last night in the hotel. We each got ready for bed, me first under the covers wearing only briefs. When Mom got out of the bathroom she was wearing pajamas over her cyan satin panty and bra. From the shampoos, soaps and lotions she smelled like a field of flowers. Mom pulled back the cover and sheets and didn't hesitate getting into my arms.

"Tommy, I can't wait until we're back home together."

My reply was a warm and passionate kiss. We tried to keep things at a slow pace, but that didn't work for very long. Kissing passionately, it didn't take long for our tongues to find each other's. Kneading her breasts, Mom's body trembled, her breathing labored, and her heart pounded wildly. Her nipples prominently protruded through the bra and pajama top. I had found 'her spot'; her whole body writhed in pleasure with one little touch of a fingertip on a nipple. Positioning my hands behind Mom's shoulders and turning her under me, her eyes were closed, she was gently moaning, and her body was shaking and quivering.

After aiming my rock-hard manhood to line up with her sex, she let out a guttural moan. We began a gentle progressing to powerful rhythmic rubbing of our fabric covered sex. She lifted her knees up and wrapped her legs around me. Mom was completely engrossed in the throes of passion. If I slowed down, she would keep going. When I rolled her on top of me, she didn't miss a beat. I had no idea she was so sexual; how had she kept this bottled up inside her? How much she must have suffered all these years unable to unleash and express it. The reason she cried after our time together on the couch after the Prom was now fully understood.

"Tommy, I'm your Mother... we... oh... Tommy... lines... you... never leave... love... wrong... Tommy..."

Without any resistance I slowly removed her pajama bottoms; continuing our sex-to-sex rubbing the satin texture of her panty against my briefs increased our pleasure to new heights. Rolling Mom on top of me again she straddled my waist with her legs. We kept up our sensuous rhythmic gyrations.

"Mom, please take off your top."

She did so without hesitation, nearly blinding me with the spectacular vision of her stiff nipples pressing through the thin satin fabric of her cyan bra. Reaching up with palms and fingertips I worshipped her petite firm breasts. One was kissed, then the other. Mom leaned back, and slowly and sensuously, like a visual that was being presented in slow motion took off her bra. Leaning forward she placed her nipples near my eager mouth.

"They're not very bi-"

A fingertip gently covered her lips.

"Your breasts are exquisite. They were sculpted by the gods for your body; they could not be more perfect."

I meant every single word.

Pulling her to me I took her left breast into my mouth, quickly followed by her right. Alternating breasts, each nipple was gently suckled. The taste and feel was beyond my comprehension. Mom's pleasure grew; her body was now literally convulsing in response to my stimulation.

Rolling Mom so that we were on our sides, face to face, I reached down and touched her sex. Through the thin satin fabric I could feel her puffed up labia and engorged clitoris. Mom opened my lips with her tongue, and thrust it into my mouth. Reaching under her panty I gently ran my finger up and down her warm smooth wetness. She shuddered with pleasure. Soon she was screaming into my mouth and convulsing into orgasm, drenching my fingers and hand with her juices. Mom went limp.

Removing my hand and embracing her we were on our sides facing each other. She was panting, and gasping for breath. When she began to breathe normally we kissed again. Our tongues were soon once again frantically tangled while my hand caressed her breasts and fingers rolled her nipples. The feeling of our unrestrained intimacy was beyond my wildest dreams.

Mom's hand tentatively moved up and down my body. When she reached my throbbing manhood she gently ran her fingers over it. Helping her slowly remove my briefs for better access, she softly placed her fingers around my virgin manhood. She looked into my eyes seeking my reaction.

"Mom, it's so hard it hurts."

She began gently stroking. Smiling sweetly she said "Does this help? Am I doing it right?"

"Mmmnnnggghhh" was all I said. Soon, a prolific stream of ejaculate answered her question.

"I love you Tommy, more than you'll ever know."

"Unbelievable, Mom. I can't believe it. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much."

Reaching for a nearby towel she wiped us clean. I was still rock-hard. We kissed, and talked, and kissed, and kissed some more. After relishing our intimate closeness for who-knows-how-long, I gently rolled on top of her we were well beyond any pretext of normal behavior between mother and son. The only deterrent to our bursting through the final line was the thinnest layer of sheer cyan satin.

When my engorged manhood was pushed up against her panty she opened her legs, and she brought her knees up toward our shoulders. We began a rhythmic and sensuous sexual stroking. Her satin panty was soaked through with her nectar. With a texture close to flesh it form-fitted the folds of her engorged labia. Against my bare manhood, it wasn't actual intercourse, but it had to be the next best thing while we performed a 'don't-cross-the-final-line' love dance. Our passions were in overdrive and our libido engines red-lined, it didn't take long until we both exploded into simultaneous orgasmic bliss. It was a long time until either of us could move or speak.

"I love you Mom. I love you."

"Tommy, that was amazing. Beyond belief. I can't believe it how wonderful it was. I love you Tommy, I love you so much."

"Mom, it was perfect. I'm so happy this was with you, I can't imagine being like this with anyone else."

We embraced, exchanging kisses and 'I love you's. We lay close for what seemed like an hour.

Mom said "Tommy, we're all sticky and icky. Let's take a shower together."

There was no hesitation on my part, and for the first time I beheld the vision of my mother's heavenly body in its glorious naked totality. I felt I should be worshipping, instead of showering with, her. I was a mere mortal before a goddess, unworthy to be in her presence; but not wanting to leave. As the warm water rained down upon us I knew this was the most beautiful experience of my life.

Much soap and warm water was expended while we explored and joyfully took turns washing each other. Mom's petite, firm, and up-high breasts felt exquisite to the touch, but warm, soapy water gave an entirely new and incredible sensation. As our initial embarrassment waned, our intimacy increased. I began to gently wash Mom's sex - I was unsure a son should even allow himself to think of his mother's vulva as a 'pussy', but touching it was like petting the most feminine of feline. Mom began to clean off my manhood, and it made me feel awkwardly self-conscious when she got closer to the task at hand: angels and goddesses should not kneel before earthly mortals.

Looking down toward her in awe, her eyes met mine and she broke out that mischievous smile of hers and pointed to the ceiling. As I looked up, she took me in her mouth. The unexpected sensations were so overwhelming I had to brace myself against the shower walls to keep from falling. I exploded after a few ministrations. Mom smiled and looked me in the eyes as she gracefully rose up. In a most mind-boggling sensuous manner she brought her upturned hand to her mouth and dripped my fluids into her palm. Moving her hand under the flow from the shower we both watched, mesmerized, as the droplets washed my essences to the drain below.

"Did I do it right?"

Holding Mom close to me, all I could say was "It was unbelievable Mom... perfect. I love you, I love you so much."

Kissing her our tongues met and intermingled. She really seemed to appreciate this kiss, perhaps she thought I might not want to kiss her after what she had done for me. Moving to get on my knees before her she put her arms under my shoulders and lifted me back up.

"No, Tommy. This is all too much for me. If we don't stop now I'm going to burst into flames. Please take me to bed and hold me. But first, I must pray and beg God for forgiveness. It won't matter, I have crossed so many lines and each one of them is beyond all redemption. I am surely destined for an eternity in Hell."

"Mom, don't worry. Everything will be fine. Please, believe me."

I held her closely before gently kissing her lips. We dried off. Mom had a distant look. We headed straight for bed without getting dressed. We kissed again and I held Mom close.

"Mom, you always told me God was love. How could what we have be sin? The morning before leaving for Iraq, when you were asleep in my arms I prayed. I asked God for your protection, and to allow me to be safely returned to you so I could take care of you for the rest of your life. God didn't spare everyone on the helicopter. I believe God had a purpose in answering my prayer."

"Tommy. I love you."

"I love you, Mom. I will love you forever."

After a warm, wet, passionate kiss I moved down and suckled her most perfect breasts. She softly moaned in pleasure. Continuing down I kissed her navel. Her hands under my shoulders were pulling me back up but did not stop me from reaching her sex. Putting both hands below and behind her knees her legs were raised to further open Mom's sacred treasure before me. This is where I belonged, this what I was destined to do, this is what I had to do to show Mom how unconditionally I loved her. Realizing I had very little idea what I should actually be doing, I resolved to make up for my lack of technique with my enthusiasm for gifting her pleasure.

"Tommy, no, please, no, oh, you don't have to..."

My oral worship had barely begun before she began convulsing. My mouth, tongue, and face were soon covered in her love juices. Pulling me up to her she kissed me and passionately pushed her tongue in my mouth as deeply as she could; it was her turn to show me how much she appreciated this most intimate gesture.

"Tommy, you have no idea how wonderful that was!"

"Actually, Mom, after your little point-to-the-shower-ceiling trick, I have a pretty good idea. I love you, have I ever told you that?"

Holding me tightly she whispered "I love you so much. I cannot live without you."

Mom's warmth, scent, breathing, sensuous body, and skin-on-skin contact was so wonderful. We lovingly gazed into each other's eyes before letting afterglow fatigue overtake us. We slept bodies-intertwined. Our heartbeats and breathing soon synchronized as one. So too did our dreams.

Chapter 8.

It felt so good to be back together in our apartment. Every little thing was where it was before I left. After unpacking and cleaning up, we went grocery shopping. Mom had the presence of mind before she rushed to the airport to be with me to dispose of all the things that would have spoiled. We selected all the mundane fresh items a household would need. Smiling, Mom pulled a bottle of wine from the shelf.

Arriving home Mom told me to go sit on the couch while she put the groceries away. Bringing two glasses she joined me on the couch.

"If our country can send my man overseas to get shot at, he can have wine before he's twenty-one years old."

Having sampled many beers with my comrades, it was the first time I drank wine. It would not be the only first of the night.