How Ronie show gratitude to his mom with sex
The “Absentee Mom”
We all thought the pandemic would be over in three months, or at worst, six months. So Dan, my husband, and I decided to shut down the business and leave the city. Our friend, Steve, invited us to share his vila in Florida. Dan accepted the offer but I declined to come along because Steve had a young new wife and I was still very close to his ex-wife, Josephin. I felt it would be a betrayal of our friendship if I decided otherwise. My son, Ronie had just had a fight with his father over what he planned to do with his life and so he was not going either.
I decided to spend the next few months with Ronie in my parent’s old house in the countryside. He had just returned from his year long “vagobonding”/ “bumping around” in Europe. We had not been back here since my mom passed away two years ago. It took us three whole days to clean up the inside and many more days to get the yards back to any semblance of domestic orderliness. It would be the longest duration in memory that Ronie and I would live together as mother and son. Ronie was brought up mostly by his grandmother and nanny and had spent most of his teen years in a boarding school up state.
It was not an exageration to say that on our second day living as adults together I realised that we were not acting like mother and son towards each other. Ronie refused to engage me in any meaningful conversation. And he demonstrated an inordinate and surreptitious interest in my body. Actually I should not have been that surprised. I imagined, to him psychologically, I was maybe twenty percent a mother and eighty percent just another sexy mature women. Because I had given him very little mothering. He was always staring at parts of my body. My body-mass consisted of a 5 ft. 10 ins frame, and the rest of the 160 pounds was mostly made up of my big butt, thick thighs, an ample tummy and a pair of heavy droopy tits. As I worked around the place I constantly caught Ronie quietly admiring my body. A week later, one evening after dinner, I decided to do something to close the chasm between us.
“So. You are going for English literature in college next year?”
“Nope.”
“No? I thought you were keen on creative writing. Haven’t you spent many afternoons taking lessons from the writer, Angelina?”
“That was just a passing phase.”
“Oh. Like your infatuation with Angelina. A passing phase…”
“So you knew about Angelina and me. Why haven’t you say something about it?”
“I think what you really mean to ask is why I haven’t objected to your sexual relation with a much older woman. Well, the answer is that I saw nothing wrong with you having sex with Angelina. At the time you were already an adult and I knew Angelina is a good woman.”
“Mom, would you have sex with a man almost half your age?”
“I am happily married. So far I have not had to make that kind of a choice. But I can say that in the right circumstances I am not averse to it.”
I have certainly given Ronie a clear enough message. The conversation drifted into some mundane chit chat before we called it a night. But I still have some reservations though. Before letting things go any further I needed to be doubly sure. Angelina had told me how she was caught in some embarassing situations when her young men were not really prepared for sex with a much older woman. It was one thing for Ronie to lust after my voluptuous body when it was sort of “camouflaged” in fine clothings and cosmetics. But when confronted with droopy tits, out of shape pussy, wrinkled butt and thighs, would he still get hard on his own? It would be quite disappointing and embarassing if I had to suck him hard.
The next morning before going out to work in the yard I removed my cosmetics. I wore very short shorts to expose my slightly protruding stomach and the blemishes and ungly features of my butt and thighs. I wore a lose shirt with no bra support for my droopy tits. Ronie worked besides me staking the branches and twigs we had chopped down yesterday. He had a really close look at my body. After about half an hour I stopped and went back to the master bedroom.
Ronie came into my bedroom a few minutes later. He was taking me on! Without another word I took off my shirt. He laid down next to me and immediately took hold of my tits, kneading and rubbing them. As he leant in and licked my neck I turned and took his lips for a hard kiss. He broke off the kiss to suck on my nipples and his right palm moved to lightly squeeze my pussy through the shorts.
“Hey! Your boxer shorts is starting to look too tight for comfort. Why don’t you take it off. And mine too”
As his shorts came off I could confirm that he did have a very hard 7 ins cock. Next he took off his shirt and with some difficulty slowly pulled my very tight shorts off my butt and thighs. He then rested on his left side and caressed the inside of my thighs with his right hand. Next he used his palm to rub up and down my labias.
“Oh. That is good. So you know the Hindu tantric art of Yoni vagina massage.”
He put an inch or more of his finger into my vagina and made circles along the inside of my hole. Much like what you would do cleaning the inside of a jar of honey. He moved between my thighs, inserted his thick thumbs and moved them up and down inside the entrance of my pussy, paying particular attention to the perineum which separated the vagina from the anus. As if that was not enough he started to eat my pussy ernestly, running his tongue over my labias and my clit.
“Honey Baby. I hope you have what it takes to fuck the hell out of me….. Now!”
He pressed his body down on me after having pushed his cock deep into me. His cock moved piston-like inside my pussy, lubricated by my pussy juice. I have not experienced this kind of furious poundings for a very, very long time now. I moved my butt up to meet many of his cock’s downward thrusts and also sideway to increase the pressure on his cock.
“God. Fuck. Fuck. Ah. Urg. si. si. si. si.” I clenched my teeth tight and starting sucking in my breath threw them.
The orgasm came early and was a lot more intense than usualy. My thighs actually trembled a little.
“Come. Let’s finish you off in my mouth”
I raised myself up to lean against the headboard while Ronie shifted to kneel on my right side. I turned and took most of his cock in my mouth. I alternated between caressing the cockhead with my tongue, and squeezing and stroking his cock shaft with my lips. When I felt he was near I squeezed his cock tightly with my hand making his cockhead swell slightly and more sensitive. As my tongue caressed his cockhead Ronie gave a long, loud groan and shot his load into me in spurts.
“I am sure ours was the first incident of incest in our entire family history.” I smiled self consciously.
“There will be lots more. I plan to compensate you with pleasure for the pain you suffered while birthing me.” Ronie turned and kissed me on the mouth.
Ronie was a man of his word. The next few weeks were blissful as Ronie sought to fuck me every chance he got. We talked about what to do when Dan came back. We were sure we would find some ways to continue. Our bond of sex and love grew stronger as the days passed.