Aunt Alice, Part Three.What Would My Mother Say?

My mother had visited my aunt Alice while we were having sex. My aunt got out of bed, put her robe on, and left the bedroom door open. She told my aunt that I was already there and left. Did my mother believe her? What story do I have to make up if she asks questions? I took a deep breath and entered the house. My mother was sitting at the breakfast table. No one else was home.?Harvey, I need to talk with you! Come into the living room; I have a few questions,? said my mother concerningly.I followed her just a few steps into our living room. It seemed a little strange. My mother was wearing a white blouse. It was my favorite blouse. I could see the outline of her breasts. I always wondered what her breasts looked like without a bra."Sit down," she told me. ?I went to see your aunt Alice today to make sure everything was okay since she wanted to speak with you. I had the strangest feeling that you were still there. She usually does not take a nap during the day, but she had her bathrobe on. Were you there, and what were the two of you doing? Something you shouldn?t??My face was turning red. It was a sign that I was holding something back.?Why is your face so red?? My mother was probing.So many thoughts were running through my head. I've never lied to my mother before, but this time was different. I used to skip school a lot in my first two years of high school, and I was caught every time. What should I say? ?Do you think your aunt is pretty? I know you like her a lot. Are you attracted to her? You are leaving for boot camp in another month, so I cannot punish you, and I will not tell your father. Tell me the truth,? my mother said.?Yes, to all the questions,? I said, waiting for a lecture.The silence was deafening. I had to say something.?It just happened,? I said. ?I went over to see if Aunt Alice was okay. I heard her tell you that she caught Uncle in bahis şirketleri the bathroom jerking off. She started crying and saying she was sorry I heard that. I put my arms around her, held her, and told her she was pretty and that maybe he was thinking about her while jerking off.??Is that all? Did you say anything else?? My mother asked.?I told Aunt Alice I thought about her many times when I jerked off. I told her I was a virgin and wondered if she could teach me about sex.??Why didn?t you ask me to teach you?? My mother asked.?I wanted to, but you are my mother, and I did not want you to hate me.?This was new territory for me, speaking to my mother this way and talking about sex. This could either mean my downfall or an opportunity to make love to my mother. I might as well come clean.?Honestly, you were the other woman I thought about when I jerked off.? I blurted out.?Why would I hate you? You?re my oldest son,? she spoke. She stood up and placed a record on the turntable. ?Dance with me,? she said.My mother liked country music. Her favorite waltz was the Tennessee Waltz which she just placed on the player.I stood, took her hand in mine, and placed the other hand around her waist. She put her hand around my waist; we danced around the room. I could not help but notice how nice she smelled. She smelled like lilacs; she was so pretty and felt nice in my arms.I was holding the woman who raised me, who gave me birth.I knew the feelings I had for her were wrong. They were not a son?s feelings for his mother but those of one lover for another. I wanted to be her lover. I told my mind to stop thinking that way, but my heart told me otherwise.I had just had sex with her sister. I knew full well that it was socially wrong. I could rationalize that.However, now I desired my mother. It was hard to rationalize that. But the heart wants what the heart wants. bahis firmaları I had sexual desires for this beautiful woman in my arms. This would be the ultimate incest.I wanted to make love to my mother.I let my heart get the best of me. I dropped my hand from hers, put my arm around her waist, and moved her closer. She placed her hand on my shoulder and her head close to mine. I dropped my right arm a little further down her back to where my fingers were on the edge of her ass, just below her waist, and moved her against me. She felt so warm, so fragile, and so comfortable. I was getting hard. I could feel my cock lengthening in my shorts. I knew if I held her like this, she would feel my hardness in the next few seconds.I was lost in the moment.?Harvey, you're hard; I am your mother; what are you doing?? She said.She did not pull away.?Mom, I have been in love with you for over a year. You are the most beautiful woman I know, and to be honest, I think you are hotter than the girls my age.?She did not answer; she only moved in closer.?Is that how you feel, son???Yes,? I answered. ?I just wanted you to know.? My voice was breaking with emotion.?That?s okay. I?m not upset. You shouldn?t hide your feelings,? she said warmly.The music stopped, and we still danced.After a few minutes, I kissed her on the neck.She drew back, looked me in the eyes, put her hands on my face, and leaned in for a kiss. Our lips came together. I felt her tongue against my lips. I opened my mouth and rubbed my tongue on the top of her tongue.We kissed long and hard. I explored every inch of her mouth, our tongues darting in and around, exploring each other?s heat. She was my mother, but I wanted her, sexually, in the worst way.Incest or not. My mother grabbed me by the hand and walked me to her bedroom door. ?Wait here while I get ready and don?t peek.?She placed her lips on kaçak bahis siteleri mine, and we kissed. This kiss felt a little wet and sensual and deepened my passion for her. She stepped inside her bedroom, closing the door and leaving a few inches open.I had to pinch myself; this was not happening. I was about to have sex with my mother. The passion I felt for her was rising. The seconds seemed like minutes. My mind was in dreamland. I was going to make love to the woman who had birthed me.?Okay, you can come in,? said my mother I entered the room.?Close the door and lock it,? she said. I did and then turned toward her. She was in bed, covered by the blankets. It was dark in the room. I went to the light on the nightstand to turn it on.?Please, no. I don?t want you to see me naked. I am twenty-five years older than you are. I am not young anymore,? she said with concern.My mom was forty-three but looked about thirty. She was slim and shapely. Jet black curly hair, brown eyes, and a beautiful face.?Mom, I have thought about this moment for a long time. You wore my favorite white blouse; I have seen you in a bathing suit. I want to see you naked. I want to see your body,? I said with some determination. ?Okay, but then get under the covers,? she replied.I turned on the light, pulled up the covers, and got into bed with her. I pulled her closer and began kissing her; my cock seemed as though it was on fire. Our tongues kept playing inside of each other?s mouths. I moved my hand to her breasts. They felt heavy and soft. I moved the blankets off so I could see them. They were perfect, just as I had imagined. They started round on her chest and then tapered to her nipples. Her nipples were pink and puffy. There was a single freckle in the middle of her right breast. I pinched her nipple.She moaned with pleasure.?Be gentle; they are tender,? she said.I lowered my head and put my mouth over one of her nipples. I could feel it erecting in my mouth. I licked it and tried to put as much of her breast into my mouth as possible. She took her hands behind my head and pulled me into her breast.