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Her initial response was to keep her mouth closed, letting his tongue continue pressing against her lips. After several seconds she opened her mouth and granted him entry. Both mother and son moaned lightly as their tongues did battle.
Tommy's hands began exploring his mother's body, eventually coming to rest on her shoulders, supporting her weight as he gently lowered her down on to the sofa. He slid his hand under her blouse and over her stomach to her bra.
"I love you, Mother," he whispered as he pushed her bra up and uncovered her breast. He could feel her nipple as it hardened against his palm.
"No, son," Mary told him. "This is wrong. We can't."
"Why is it wrong?" he asked. "You've been abandoned by the very person who promised to love you forever. I love you and would never hurt you like that." He flicked his thumb back and forth across her nipple.
"You're my son. I'm your mother."
"I'm a son who wants to make love to his mother. How else can I prove my love for you?" He kissed her on the chin.
"I want to, son. More than anything. You made me feel better in one night than your father did in all the years we've been married. But we can't."
Tommy Mayfield knew that it was useless to continue. He removed his hand from under her blouse and moved to a sitting position on the edge of the sofa. He turned to look at his mother.
"Whenever you're ready," he said. He stood and walked into the kitchen.
As soon as her son was out of sight, Mary stood and made her way to her bedroom where, after she had locked the door behind her, she disrobed and walked into her bathroom. Tears welled up in her eyes as she began to reminisce about the times she had bent over the sink and allowed Max to plow her tight furrow from behind. Then, despite her tears, a smile creased her lips as she remembered a time, only weeks into their marriage, when she rode him as he sat on the toilet. Just about to cum, her pussy was sliding up and down his hardened pole at an ever increasing speed when his cock slipped completely out of her.
Fueled by her mounting passion and her need to orgasm, she paid it no mind until, on the down stroke, her pussy had not reclaimed its prize as it had done so many times in the past. Somehow, one, or the both of them, had shifted positions and his magnificent tool went straight up her ass!
She squirmed a bit with the memory of the first time she'd had anything larger than her husband's finger inside her back door. She had not liked it at all and told him in no uncertain terms to take it out.
He'd complied with her demands but the seed had been sown and after a few years he was able to talk her into letting him put it in her ass and fucking her until he had shot a huge load deep inside her bowels. That's when she found out how much she really loved anal sex.
Tommy's mother turned the shower on and, after giving the water time to get hot, stepped inside and closed the curtain.
The warmth of the water did nothing to quench the rising fires of desire. As if her hand had a will of its own, it slowly slid down her stomach through the dense forest of her pubes until her fingers were touching her throbbing clit.
Her first few strokes were tentative at best. As she continued pleasuring herself, they became stronger and faster, allowing herself to climax in almost record time.
Mary Mayfield slowly slid to her knees, gasping loudly and completely oblivious to the running water as it cascaded down over her shoulders.
It took her more than a couple of minutes before she could stand. When she was finally able to remain upright without fear of her legs giving out on her, she finished her shower, turned the water off and grabbed a towel. She patted herself dry, slid the curtain back and stepped out of the shower.
She dropped the now dampened towel into the hamper, opened the door and went to her dresser. After several seconds of indecision about what she was going to wear to bed, she chose a black, nearly transparent chemise with matching bikini panties.
Just as she was about to pull the covers ba