Mom's Have Urges Too - 4

Linda couldn't believe that she had let Andy kiss her and she had responded. But that wasn't the worst part .... she had actually touched her son's penis. She had squeezed her son's cock. Her knees almost gave way as she bent over to pull down the covers of the bed. She quickly put on her night gown and crawled under the covers. Without thinking she reached down and touched her pussy lips. They were very wet. A moan escaped her lips.

After a few minutes Andy got up and went into the cabin. Linda had put out all the lights, with only the burning wood in the opened stove lighting the room. She was in bed, under the covers. Andy undressed to his underwear and slid into the bed. He lay on his back, still thinking about what had happened on the porch, his cock was still as hard as a rock. He felt his mother turn over onto her back and then felt her hand search for his. She held it as they both lay quietly.

What am I doing, this is crazy, Linda's mind screamed as she moved her other hand down his strong chest all the way to his stomach. Then she paused when she felt the waistband of his underwear. Suddenly her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest. Her hand was shaking, almost uncontrollably. A moment later her fingers had snaked under the elastic. A sudden gasp escaped her lips when she felt the wetness and then the swollen and dripping head of his penis.

Andy was frozen and his heart almost stopped when his mother's hand had slipped under the elastic of his shorts. Now her fingers were actually touching his swollen cock head. This is not happening, his brain screamed ... but it was. He moaned involuntarily when he felt her hand suddenly close around his now throbbing erection. With a well-timed meeting of their lips, a passionate kiss began.

Andy felt his mother's hand begin to move, very slowly at first, hesitantly. Linda couldn't believe how wonderful his hard cock felt under her hand. She could feel the softness of the skin of his throbbing cock. It was hard and soft at the same time. She traced her fingers up and down the shaft, feeling the swollen veins and the dripping juice coming from the opening at the head. She began to move her hand faster and Andy groaned into his mother's mouth as his cock throbbed.

He was getting close and hoped that she wouldn't stop before he climaxed. Yet he didn't want to climax yet. He wanted to enjoy the feeling ... one that he might never feel again, at least under his mother's hand. Then he felt her hand moving faster. He moaned again and suddenly began to squirt his seed. The cabin spun around him as pleasure like he had never felt enveloped him. Of course he had climaxed many times in his life, but never like this. It was powerful and intense, but also loving and warm. It felt so natural.

Linda's heart thumped faster when she felt his cream shooting up the shaft. She could feel the hot seed squirting as it surged up the long shaft. It ran down his stomach and she could feel the sticky cum under the knuckles of her hand. It was warm and sticky. She loved the feel of it under her fingers and moved some up to his shaft as the final cum was milked out of him.

When his seed was spent Andy felt his mother wipe her hand on his underwear and then turn over and face away from him. Andy lay awake for a long time, thinking about what had just happened. Nothing in his life had prepared him for the way he felt at that moment. His love for his mother was almost bursting from his chest. He glanced at his mother's form lying next to him. With a smile on his lips he said, "Good night, Mom. I love you." "I love you too, Andy."

Linda lie awake for a long time. The cascade of emotions she felt were almost too much for her; guilt, embarrassment, shame, but there was also excitement and passion, but mostly there was love.

Andy had gotten up early and left his mother a note. He said he was going to explore the road across the mountain again and would be back in several hours. When he reached the top of the mountain he paused and sat on a large rock overhang. He could see the road, the river, and houses with smoke coming from the chimney's. Inside those houses were people going about their daily routines.

Here he was, thinking sexual thoughts about his mother. He was thinking about how his mother had taken his cock into her hand and stroked him until he climaxed. Most of the people out there would think that was so wrong. But who were they to judge him, he thought. Some of them might have dreamed of doing the same things, but never acted on them. Besides, who says it is so wrong ... he knew from history books that love between mother and son, father and daughter or siblings was not such a strange thing. It had happened since time began. How could it be so wrong if it felt so good? Then he put those thoughts aside. He wanted to get back to his mother.

When he returned his mother was up and outside, sitting on the porch. He waived and hurried down to her. He had decided to tell her about the access road. The deceit was bothering him too much. He was breathless as he said, "The road leads to a second bridge over the river. I'm sure we can get out that way. I could see cabins and a few cars."

"Great, wonderful," Linda said with a broad smile.

Then Andy lost his smile. "Do we ... uh should we leave?" he asked. Linda thought for a moment and said, "No, I don't see why. I think we can make due here for a few more days." Andy's near frown turned to a broad smile. He grabbed his mother and hugged her, nearly lifting her off the ground. His hands had slipped down to her ass as he held her tight. They stood hugging for several minutes. Andy could feel his erection growing uncomfortably in his jeans. He was pretty sure his mother could feel it as well.

Linda had felt it and she knew she lingered within the hug for too long. She thought about how that same erection had felt in her hand. How it had squirted his hot juices and how she had played with it. She shook her head to try to remove those thoughts.

When she finally pulled back she said, "Let's go to the falls today."

"Great," Andy said. "We can take a picnic and sit on the overlook."

"Wonderful. Let me clean up the cabin and then I will fix us something to take."

Andy stacked some firewood on the porch before he went into the cabin. When he did he saw his mother bending over to get a top out of the dresser. She was topless and her shorts were stretched across her gorgeous ass. He stood quietly enjoying the view for a few moments. He pushed the door a bit and it creaked. He was hoping she would turn around when she heard him.

Startled, Linda spun around. "Oh Andy," she gasped, startled to see her son standing at the door. Her face turned red with embarrassment as she tried unsuccessfully to cover her breasts. They were much too large to be covered by her arms.

"Sorry, Mom, I didn't know you were still getting dressed," Andy said. He stared at his mother's breasts for several long moments before he said, "I'll wait outside." A few minutes later Linda came outside. Her face was still red from Andy seeing her bare tits. She had a picnic basket and a blanket.

"I'll carry the basket," Andy said and took it from his mother. As they headed for the falls, Andy reached over and took his mother's hand. They walked to the falls holding hands and Andy helped his mother up the ladder, enjoying the view of her gorgeous ass just inches from his face. They sat on the platform and had lunch. Then they relaxed, looking at the gorgeous falls and enjoying the day. Andy scooted over to his mother and took her into his arms, holding her against him.

Andy took a deep breath and blurted, "Can I kiss you again, Mom?" His heart was pounding in his chest.

Linda paused, surprised that he had actually asked her. How in the world could she answer that? She was his mother. "It's wrong, Andy, you know that don't you? "No ... I mean, yes you can, but how can something that makes us ... I mean me, feel so good be wrong? Besides we love each other."

"Mother's and sons always love each other." "Mom, please," Andy said, turning his mother's face to him. Then he brought his lips to hers. She didn't resist as his mouth covered hers. A little moan escaped Linda's throat as she felt her son's tongue enter her mouth. When she pulled away several long minutes later she was breathing heavily. "Andy, we can kiss while we are here, at the cabin, but when we get back home, we will have to stop. Do you understand?"

Andy nodded, ready to agree to anything as long as he could kiss his mother.

"I mean it, it ends when we leave here. Tell me you understand that," she said, staring into his eyes.

"Yes, I do," he said.

With a look which said, I am not sure about that, she went back into his arms. This time it was her tongue that went into Andy's mouth and his turn to moan. Linda gasped into his mouth when she felt his hand come up and grasp her breast.

"Andy, no, we can't," she gasped as she pulled her lips from his.

He pulled her lips back to his and continued to caress her breast.

Then fait intervened. It started to rain. Totally flustered, but feeling relieved, Linda pulled away from her son and stood up. "It's raining," she said. She held her hands out with palms up, and turned her face upward. "Have you ever tried to catch raindrops on your tongue," she said with a laugh and stuck her tongue out.

What she didn't realize was that the rain was quickly soaking through her shirt, making it all but transparent. For several moments Andy didn't notice. Then he glanced down and saw that his mother's breasts were almost totally exposed. He couldn't help himself and said, "God, Mom, you have the most gorgeous breasts I have ever seen."

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