Trapped In Paradise

I looked at her swaying buns, tightly clenched in her jeans. I scanned down her curvy petite body, hardly disguised by her winter clothing. The first thought struck me was how beautiful my Mom had become since I last saw her. My mom must have been very beautiful in her younger days. She is only five two quite contrary to my dad who stood beyond six one. My father has a very bulky body so she always looked like a tiny sparrow in the shadow of a big bull. As far as I could remember mom always stayed thin and always had a great body, beautiful curves, thin waist, beautiful slim legs and tight tiny hips. She was a natural blonde, her hairs plain and slightly longer than her shoulder length. She always kept them formed into a beautiful bun, giving her an eternal youthful look. She has hazel eyes, sharp nose and a full-lipped mouth. Armed with an infectious smile my mom is a warm, friendly, but somewhat shy and introvert person. During last few years she had put on some weight, but this time she was again back to her younger self. Mom is forty-one but now she looked not more than a woman in her early thirties.

I moved to the kitchen, standing at the door again looked at my beautiful mom. Mom was busy with her chores, lightly humming a song. I again glanced a look at her tight rump enclosed in tight jeans. I felt a mild stirring between my loins. I tried to recall the various summers when sis and I went for picnic or for swimming with our parents and when mom was in her bikini, I always tried to steal a look at her beautiful body. Each time after returning home I felt ashamed of my action, but the next time the same act was repeated again. The stirring down my loins was more vigorous. I again felt embarrassed of my immodest thoughts. Trying to conceal my hard on I went in the kitchen and sat at the dining chair.

Mom heard the sound. She turned around to see me sitting at chair. Coffee was ready and she presented me the steaming mug with her contagious smile. I thanked her and sipped the coffee. It was delicious. I still couldn't get over the awe-inspiring beauty of my mother, and I had to force myself not to stare at her constantly. At occasions I felt as if she became aware of my excessive interest in her, as sometimes she appeared a little blushed and embarrassed.

“You look handsome son.” She finally broke the ice. “I hope you are still attending gym regularly.”

“Thanks mom, yes, but I think the workouts are showing more effect on you. You really have changed a lot. You looked much prettier.” I blurred out my emotions.

“Thanks.” She was embarrassed as if she had read my thoughts. But then she changed the topic and we started talking about my childhood, about the things we had shared together the time we had spent together, about Carol, about dad. Whenever I mentioned dad, I could feel a sense of uneasiness descending upon her as if she was not willing to talk about her husband. Her smile faded slightly. Sensing her reluctance I too did not press it. Finally I put my empty mug on the table.

“Mom, I am tired. I think I should go early to bed.” I had almost traveled six hundred miles and was feeling dead tired.

“I understand son, dinner is almost ready.” She was considerate. “ Go and take a warm shower and change your cloths. By the time you finish your dinner I’ll make your room ready.”

While going to my room I just looked outside the windows. The weather had gone from bad to worse. The gentle snowing was now converted into a blizzard. Nothing was visible outside, only the sound of snowstorm echoing through our house. I again feared that if the snowstorm continued for long it would be virtually impossible for me to return to college as per my plan. I had seen many such weathers during my childhood and knew very well what they meant. But it was now beyond my control and fretting about weather was not going to solve my problem. So I just tried to forget about the weather and went to my room.

I took my shower and changed my cloths. When I went to kitchen the dinner was already served. It was the most appetizing dinner since I had left my hometown. My mom was a very good cook and I always missed her mouth-watering recipes at my college. During the dinner also our talks were mostly about my childhood. Mom again deliberately avoided mentioning father.

“Mom, that was great,” I told mom after dinner. “ You don’t know how much I miss your cooking at my college.”

“Thanks honey, I can understand.” Mom was sympathetic but she knew that she couldn’t help me in this matter. “ Your room is ready. But if you want we can have a cup of hot chocolate in my bedroom before you go to sleep.”

“Sure mom, I would love to.” I lifted the empty dishes from the table and put them into sink. “I’ll come to your room in a while.”

My room was warm and comforting. Mom has still kept my room in tidy condition. I knew the biggest thing my mom hated was untidiness. I still remember her numerous lectures on cleanliness to sis and me, instructions that we never followed. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Coming back to room I was about to retire to my bed when I realized mom would be waiting for me.

I went to our parents’ bedroom. My parent’s bedroom was upstairs. The door was closed so I knocked lightly.

“Its open honey, you can come inside.”

I opened the door and went inside. Room was dimly lit. Mom’s room was her private possession; she had taken great pains to decorate her room as per her liking. I had never found her room in disorderly condition. She was sitting on her king sized bed. Many a time while I was growing, I had tried to imagine about mom making love with my dad on that bed. My dad’s big bulk could not be accommodated into a smaller size bed. Mom has also changed her cloths and now she was in her white nightgown. She looked like an angel from where I was standing. I tried to act normal, but there was nothing that I could do to conceal how much I enjoyed being with her.

Mom poured chocolate from thermos and handed it to me. I sat beside her at the edge of her bed. We talked and talked about earlier days. She suggested that I might like to visit some of my old friends. I told her that if I get some time tomorrow and as I’d come here to visit her, so I would rather prefer to be with her. She was pleased to hear that. We talked for about half and hour, and during that period I again felt that mom is consciously avoiding talking about dad. Under her warm façade of happiness there was clearly a streak of sadness.

Next time on mentioning about dad when mom tried to change the subject I could not control my suspicion. “Mom, why aren’t you talking about dad? Is everything all right?”

Mom face was suddenly pale as if someone has sucked the blood out of it and suddenly she started crying. I put my arm around her. Mom kept her face on my shoulder and continued crying.

“Please tell me mom,” I let her cry for some time. “ What’s the matter, why don’t you tell me?”

She finally turned to me; her eyes wet with tears.

“I didn’t know how to tell you son, your dad has a girlfriend.”

“What?” I couldn’t believe what mom was saying. “Girlfriend.”

“Yes Ted, your father is holidaying with his girlfriend in Jamaica.” Mom felt somewhat relieved after telling the truth. “And you know who is his girlfriend, his own secretary, a girl who is even younger than you. To me he told that he was going to France as his supplier wanted him to meet him to discuss business.”

“Are you sure mom? You might have got it wrong.”

“No son, everyone in town knows about it. He has gone to Jamaica with his young whore.” Mom was very critical; she must’ve been badly hurt, as I had never heard her using words like this before. “I was perhaps the last person to know about it. Their relationship has been going on for almost a year.”

I didn’t know what to say her or how to console her. I had seen things like that happening to other families but I could never imagine that such a thing could take place in my family also. I tried to imagine my father touring Jamaica and sleeping with a girl too young to be his daughter. I didn’t know how to react to the information. I never had a feeling for my dad. My girlfriend Carla also left me for a guy who was twice her age, but had the just right qualification, a lot of money, which I didn’t. I knew how it feels to be ditched from someone you love. I really felt very bad for my mother and by every means I wanted to comfort her.

I finally said to her, "Mom, I don’t know what father think about you, but I just want to tell you that to me you are the most wonderful and the most beautiful woman in the world and I am lucky that you're my mom."

Mom smiled sadly, her eyes still filled tears. She was sobbing lightly but she paid attention to what I said to her. She looked intently into my eyes. She raised her face to me her soft quivering lips inches away from my lips, her hot breath burning my lower lips. I didn’t know what came to my mind as I lowered my head and kissed her full on the lips. I was expecting an immediate repulsion from her but nothing of that sort happen. She didn’t pull her face back instead she put her arms around my shoulder and pulled my lips into her lips making it a full kiss. I moved my arms around her and grabbed her by waist, pulling her closer to me. I moved my tongue between her lips and mom started sucking it with great fervor. I could feel my cock hardening within the confines of my underwear.

Feeling little encouraged I moved one hand to her legs and lightly stroked it. Mom was too engrossed in our kiss to notice my hand, which was slowly moving under her nightgown towards her thighs. I stopped my hand at her naked thighs and felt the warmth there. I was expecting that anytime now mom would break the kiss and remove my hand from her naked thighs. But either she was too ignorant or she also wanted me to continue. Taking it as a positive sign I forced my hand between joint of her thighs, softly putting my trembling palm over her mound of Venus, hidden beneath her soft cotton panties. Passionately I felt the supple mound, the slit between the soft fold. My cock was going out of bound trying to break away the barriers of my brief. My mouth was dry. My mom, oblivious of everything, was still clinging to me, sucking my tongue ardently. I further moved my hand inside her panty and cupped her cunt, my palm feeling her soft bush, my fingers slowly probing her moist opening.

I ran my index finger along the length of her moist slit for a few times, enjoying the soft warmth emanating from them and then slowly I inserted it inside her cunt. A felt a gentle reaction from her body and I could comprehend that mom was not oblivious of my movements. Her hot cunt clung around my poking finger. I inserted one more finger inside her cunt and started moving them in and out of her heavenly opening. Her cunt was responding positively and every stroke of my fingers was making her more and more wet. I didn’t count how long our kiss continued and my fingers kept moving in and out of her cunt. Finally we broke the kiss, but I didn’t let her go out of my arms.

"Oh, Mom," I breathed fervently, "You're just so beautiful, very beautiful." I again put my mouth on hers forcing my tongue inside the warm mouth and sort of lifted her small frame above the bed; my hand slowly pulling her panties away from her waist and thighs, finally pulling it out of her leg. Again I put back my fingers inside her pussy. I looked into my mother’s eyes they were still wet from tears otherwise she appeared calm. But I could feel that her coldness was a false pretence and underneath her serene composure a wild desire was burning. I was now sure without a doubt that Mom was enjoying what we were doing and she wanted more. Forcefully, I had to restrain my ardent desire to start shooting my load inside my underwear. Mom was ready for me. I knew she was!

I leisurely broke the kiss again. The time was ripe. My mother was ready for a nice fuck. I helped her to lie down on the bed and gradually moved her nightgown towards her belly. Little by little her soft flesh was being exposed to my hungry eyes and gradually her beautiful cunt opened before my eyes, a little hot cunt between those creamy thighs, thickly covered with blonde fur. I lustfully gazed at my mother’s beautiful cunt, its soft thick lips, its soft dense curly blonde hairs and its soft moist opening, looking at me in the most tempting manner.