Virginia and Richard

100% fiction!

We were heading home after burying my old man, we being me and my 18 year old son Richard. It had been a long, miserable week with the usual fighting and bitching among my aunts, uncles and cousins, the reason I seldom went back to the old hometown and the reason I’d probably never go back, now that he was finally underground.
“I’m getting hungry,“ I said, “How about you?”
“Uh huh, tired, too,” Richard answered, half asleep, “You gonna try drivin’ all night?”
“No way! I figured goin’ on till about eight or nine and findin’ a motel. That okay with you?”
“Yeah.”

We stopped at a burger joint, then took off again. And out of nowhere a wild compulsion hit me. A few seconds thought and I asked, “You feel like sharing a room with your old lady? That way I wouldn’t have to wait till you wake up to get started tomorrow, first one up could wake the other.” He looked a little doubtful so I added, “Unless you’re bashful, worried I might see something I shouldn’t.”
“Huh uh, I ain’t,” he said as I expected, “I just......”

I found a decent looking place, got us registered and we went to our room. “They didn’t have any more rooms with twin beds,” I said, casually, “I hope you don’t toss and turn all night.”
I breathed a sigh of relief when a tiny smile curled his lips and he said, “No, but sometimes I wake up hugging my pillow. I’ll try not to crowd you out of bed.”
“You want to shower first?” I asked him, anticipating his answer.
“I think I’ll se what’s on TV. You can go ahead.”

Trying to control myself I undressed as if stripping in front of him was no big deal. I picked up my toiletry case and headed for the bathroom in my undies, and as I passed him he giggled.
“Don’t laugh,” I teased him, “You’ll be old and flabby yourself someday.”
“Old and flabby hell!” he said, “You look great! but you got a hole in your panties.”
I felt around and found a quarter sized hole in one cheek.
“Okay, so you got a peek at my ass. Now I suppose you’ll want more.” The smile I gave him let him know he could get a lot more, and his ear to ear grin told me he got the message.

I left the door open, I had to pee but figured it might be too soon to let him watch, so I pissed in the shower. Then case in one hand and dirty underwear in the other I went back to the room.
His eyes popped wide, his mouth dropped open, and he gasped, “Jesus Christ!”
“You can say your prayers later,” I laughed, “Now go take a shower.”
“You gonna wash your clothes in there, too?” I asked, “Don’t you think you should undress first?”

He blushed and took off his jeans and shirt. His briefs had a very promising bulge in the front and I made a silent promise to relieve his swelling.
My breath caught in my throat when he came out of the bathroom, his hard dick pointing at me on the bed. It wasn’t especially big, no more than five inches, but since I hadn’t seen a real prick since my divorce 18 years ago it was beautiful.
“My, oh my, oh my,” I whispered, “How my baby boy has grown!” I pointed to his prick, “Do you have any objections to sharing that with your mother?”
“Are you kidding?” he asked, “Turn down a chance at a night with a beautiful woman?”

I grabbed his cock and guided it to my twitching pussy. Except for the blood and the pain it was as if I’d never been fucked before. After a dozen years without it my starving cunt gobbled it up
“Oh my God!” he groaned, then, “Jesus, Mom, what if I cum inside you?”
“You won’t get jizm on the sheets,” I whispered, my teeth clenched, “If I was afraid to let you cum inside me I’d just finger fuck myself while you jacked off.” I wrapped my legs tightly around him, my heels pulling his ass to me, and added, “Now just relax and get that cock working.”

As I expected, he didn’t last as long as I would have liked, but at least his dick didn’t wilt completely when he came. He stayed semi hard long enough for me to have a very intense cum, which made him cum again. I think he was asleep before he had rolled all the way off me.
He was asleep, his hand cupping my pussy, when I woke next morning. I laid quietly, needing to pee but not wanting to lose the touch of his hand, till he stirred.
I put my hand over his and pressed. “Any regrets about last night?” I asked softly.
He felt my curls and answered, “Huh uh, do you?”

“Only one,” I said as I kissed him, “That I had to wait so long. If you want to, when we get home we can start moving your things into my room.”
His cock was hard and I stroked it, “I would love another session, but if I don’t get up in the next few seconds I’m gonna piss the bed. Besides, the longer we hang around here the later we’ll get home.”
I pulled him out of bed, handed him his toothbrush, and pissed while he brushed his teeth. then brushed mine while he peed. I didn’t think he should have to spend the rest of the rip with a hard on, so I sucked his cock before we dressed. Again he asked, “Jesus, Mom, what if I cum in your mouth?” I smile up at him and whispered, “Shut up and enjoy.”

His prick still had traces of my pussy juice on it, which made sucking him more exciting, and for the first time in my life I let a man cum in my mouth. The thick, salty semen wasn’t too bad after all. Then, to my pleasant surprise, as soon as he finished Richard pulled my face to his and kissed me, a long, deep french kiss.
“I wanted to see what I taste like, in case I get to eat you some time.”

I laughed happily, wiped a drop of cum from the tip of his dick and fed it to him, and kissed him again.
“Get dressed!” I laughed and reached for a pair of shorts, “I think I can do without panties for today. And maybe you ought to start calling me Ginny from now on instead of Mom.” I gave his prick a squeeze, “After this I’m calling you Dick.”