JESSICA'S MOTHER

by Michael A.

It was one of those sultry, tropical summer evenings that made any breeze off the ocean extremely welcome. Rather than benefiting from what should have been cooler evening air, it seemed that my body heat only added to the night's high humidity. Lying there on my king-sized towel, I propped myself on my elbows so I could watch the moonlight dance delicately off the breaking surf to give an almost eerie glow to the beach's white sand. The sunset had been beautiful, a cacophony of yellows, oranges, reds, and soft purples, but it had all slowly blended into the grays, blues, deep violets, and magical vapors of the evening. I let my head fall back loosely, closing my eyes to fully enjoy the night's caress, and to focus my ears on the whisper of sea foam churning upon wet sand.

She wasn't really trying to surprise me. It's doubtful that she even knew I was there at first. I certainly hadn't heard her. What alerted me to her presence was her soft fragrance, as so delicately it coated my nostrils. What an erotic experience the sense of smell can be, when by scent alone one is physically aroused. How can I describe it? All of the sweetly fragrant flowers and spices of the world all at once, but not one of them in particular, and the entire combination of them somehow softened and graced by her own unique feminine scent. Perhaps it's too forward to say I fell in love with being in her presence in that first moment, before I'd even seen her, but I swear that's what happened.

Having it in my head at that time that as a self-confident man, nothing could sway me to surrender even a bit of what I thought was the total control I had over myself, I carelessly ventured to visually locate the source of this arousing fragrance. Alas, this glimpse sabotaged my self-control even more seriously. I could only imagine that this was how Adam felt when first he spotted the creature, Eve, and realized with utter awe the answer to his loneliness. This totally feminine and perfect creation of womanhood, form now tinged with the cold kiss of the moon's radiance, stood at the water's edge, allowing the wet tendrils of the surf to wash over her feet. She stood there, vulnerable to the raw elements and any possible dangers lurking in the darkness-she stood there, defiant in her passion to be allowed freedom to exercise her will-and she stood there utterly naked, bared of any restraint of clothing as the day she triumphed from her mother's womb. She stood there, arms outstretched, soft skin drinking in the warm tropical breeze, wavy long brunette hair cascading to the middle of her bare back. In my heart, Aphrodite had been outdone.
She began to turn. Having already been surprised by her presence, it seemed now as if my own body had forgotten how to breathe. As she turned, my thoughts were invaded by a burst of familiarity. This wasn't the first time I'd seen this woman. Well, yes, it was the first time I'd seen her in this particular manner, not just in the glorious glow of her nudity but also as the rapt object of my desire. And yet, I knew this woman. As her exotic fiery green eyes landed on me and the sudden intake of her breath announced her mutual surprise, I could tell that she knew exactly who I was also. It wouldn't be hard for her. I had eaten at her table, watched TV for hours and hours at her house, swam in her backyard pool, even mowed her lawn numerous times. Moreover, I had once been serious about her daughter. This was Jessica's mother. What does one say or do at such a shocking moment? I suppose a smile and a greeting, like a simple "hello," would have been in order, but my jaw had suddenly stopped functioning.

Our eyes met, and locked. We just stared, unflinching. A million thoughts raced through my brain in the next moments, thoughts of Jessica and all the things we'd done together, Jessica's warm smile and pouty expressions, and, ah yes, Jessica giving back the engagement ring, crying as she kissed my cheek, and her marriage to "Mr. Most Likely To Succeed" who'd finished his Law degree and had been hired by some big firm down in Houston. I'd been a big man back then to swallow my pride, show up at the wedding, kiss the bride, shake the damned lawyer's hand, and dance with the bride's mother. Perhaps that thought was what made me smile. The last thing I'd had to do with Jessica, was at that wedding when I danced with her mother. And now, here I was smiling at Jessica's naked mother, as I sat (oh, didn't I mention?) naked as the day I was born on my beach towel! Suddenly, reposing on my elbows as I stared transfixed at Jessica's mother (think! Think man! What is her name?ƒ.she'd always insisted I not call her Mrs. Hargrove) wasn't the proper position for her to see me in. As I began to sit up, her eyes dropped to my manhood. It was then, almost imperceptibly, that her nostrils flared a tiny bit. Had she enjoyed the glimpse of my stiffening erection? I'm just thankful to her a billion times over that she broke our silence.

"Hello Craig. I can't believe that you'reƒ." Her smile broke into a small giggle, which I didn't need to see because her full breasts moved deliciously from it. I always wondered how she intended to finish that first sentence. "I can't believe that you're naked with me on this beach?ƒ.hard from seeing me naked like this?ƒ.on the same fucking beach I'm vacationing on in Maui? Well, I guess it doesn't really matter what she intended to say. At least she broke the ice for us. Then, thankfully, it hit me. Her first name was Karen. I'd have hated to refer to her as "Jessica's mom." Standing, I said, "Evening, Karen. Please forgive me for this intrusion into your time here, alone."
Fine, fine, go ahead and snicker. What else was I to say to her? Politeness seemed terribly important at the time. "On the contrary, Craig. Goodness, I didn't know you were in Hawaii! I'm just glad I've run into someone I know so well, as embarrassing as this is for both of us."

The smile she gave me then was priceless. I even started breathing again. Smiling with her, I began to excuse myself, to leave her in the privacy she obviously wanted. But the words next coming from my lips only buried me deeper in embarrassment. "I'm glad too, Mrs. Hargƒexcuse me, Karen. It is so good to see you!" Suddenly, realizing the double meaning of my words, I blushed in deepest crimson, perceptible even at night. My words only caused her to giggle again, and then look down between my legs. "I can assure you, Craig, it's good to see you, too. So good!" The meaning of her reply was as obvious as my arousal.

My cock now stood at a full "half-mast" salute. Mrs. Karen Hargrave was supposedly a generation older than me, but Jessica was her only child, and she'd gotten pregnant with her as a teenager. In all the years of Jessica's raising, her mom had worked hard to stay fit. My overtly focused prick was now attesting to the fact that the hard work had paid off big time. Then suddenly, it dawned on my slow brain that Karen had not once tried to cover herself from my gaze-not even a hand trying to shield her womanhood. She just stood there on display chatting with me over our mutual embarrassment. And now her eyes burned through me, making me feel that she could see into my heart and into my past, could see everything I'd ever done-especially the things I'd done with Jessica. Could she know I was Jessica's firstƒ..? It suddenly dawned on me that the polite thing to do at the moment would be to stand up. After all, I was in the presence of a lady, and oh, what a lady! Jumping to my feet naturally caused my semi-erection to whip around like a young willow bending with the wind. Karen giggled, her eyes riveted to the proof that she excited me. As she continued staring, her lips curled into a dreamy smile, my eyes were pulled to her stiffened nipples like iron to a magnet. The profile of those luscious, moon-lit aureoles made my mouth water. My expression must have changed to reflect my sudden thirst to have them between my lips.

Karen giggled again. "Well, well," she queried, "we seem to both be having a bit of a problem. I stripped and hid my clothes up by that big palm tree to take a private little skinny dip in the surf, and here I find myself sexually craving an equally naked, hard-bodied, absolutely to die for younger man who I once thought would be my son-in-law. God, Craig, you have an amazing body." As I looked down and frowned, not nearly as convinced as she was that my physique was anything worth bragging about, she stepped closer. Honestly, I really do work hard to stay in shape, but I also like to have fun. I'm just not one of those guys that spends 12 hours a day in the gym, and walks around like the owner and manager of Muscle Beach. I'm trim, and I have more of the muscle build of a swimmer than the bulky muscles of a weight-lifter, probably due to the fact that I am a swimmer. Now I was shoving all those thoughts aside, for as Karen continued to come closer, my penis literally leaped into full erection. It's action surprised even me, as Karen and I both began laughing. Then my goddess spoke again. "My goodness, young man, you're standing at full salute! This is hardly the way to defuse this little dilemma of ours. But it's perfectly fine, dear, because truthfully, I've desired you ever since the day my daughter brought you home for dinner the first time. It really flatters me that I would excite you so much." Then her eyes lifted to gaze steadily into mine. "Do I turn you on, Craig? Do you really desire me? Or has it just been a long time since you were with a woman?" She smiled teasingly, but then she glanced again at my swollen cock.

If my eyes really saw what I think they saw in that moment, her vagina softly contracted, causing a ripple of passion through her body. Her breasts trembled. My eyes immediately leaped up to look into hers. I swear, as sure as I was standing there with the warm ocean breeze blowing its foreplay caresses all up and down my prick, her eyes absolutely glowed with magic desire. What I saw in her gaze made my own nipples stiffen. I had never felt such raw desire for anyone my entire life. All regards to Jessica, but she didn't hold a limp candle to the sexual aura of her naked mother.

Karen must have read the lustful expression on my face. Encouraged, she took several steps toward me, stopping abruptly to ruefully inspect my excited nipples. Her distance from me nearly equaled the thickness of a department store catalog, only closer. If I wasn't careful, our very first physical contact would be a lewd poke of her soft belly by my fleshy flagpole. Leaning a little closer would achieve precisely that. Even without touching, it felt like her sexual aura had tapped my life source, and was already busy milking all my organs. Right then I didn't care if she drained me of all the fluids in my body, and left me as dust to mingle with the tropical sand.
I briefly thought about running from the beach, and just leaving my towel and trunks lying on the sand. I couldn't move. I didn't want to. I wanted her, here and now. I couldn't believe this was going to happen, but who was I to argue with the gods of fate? Moving even closer, she tilted her head upward, her lips so close to mine I could see the glossy dew of moisture on them in the dim moonlight. Nothing needed to be said. My lips met hers, brushing tenderly against their wet warmth. As our lips pressed more firmly together, and my tongue began tracing the perfect outline of her mouth, I was rewarded with the sweet nectar of her mouth. Kissing her was delicious, not to mention sexually intoxicating. Even when engaged to Jessica, I had noticed Karen's beautiful lips on many occasions. I just never thought I would ever be kissing her, especially like this. In fact, I hardly even considered the connection of our mouths to be a standard kiss. It was more like a foretaste of the entire bliss of our physical joining.

As our kiss continued, tongues now poking and exploring, writhing together like two lovers doing the lambada naked. Karen slid like liquid silk into my arms, pressing her body to mine, her breasts sliding against my chest, her belly coming into firm contact with my swollen cock. Her hand moved down to grip my shaft, her fingers encircling it, and began stroking me gently. Momentarily lacking any mental faculties, I allowed her to take the lead. Besides my hands flattening against the velvet skin of her back, I focused myself totally on our kiss and the movements her hands made between my legs. Her second hand had located and cupped my balls, and her soft squeezing was incredible. At this point, Karen was totally in charge. I didn't care.

I'm not sure when we stretched out on my beach towel. Karen moved over me, hungrily devouring me as her mouth moved down to my chest, and her mouth suckled my nipples. But her movements were not girlish enthusiasm over the discovery of a new toy, but each move measured and calculated to bring me the most exquisite pleasure. Releasing a nipple from her lips, she raised up to look me in the eyes as she allowed her long, soft hair to brush against my chest. She began moving lower, her hair now drawn across my belly, my abdomen rippling in sensual response to the sensations she created. These sensations became masked as I felt her sculptured, ivory breasts were pressed around my throbbing erection. I looked down to see her watching my cock as she moved her beautiful tits against it, and saw the cockhead flare its desire. She continued until I thought I would explode against her skin. Just at the last moment, she backed off.

Raising her body up, she turned around and mounted my body again, this time with her thighs around my face, and her fragrant, moist pussy poised just above my mouth. I could see droplets of moisture splayed along her vulva. As she bent over farther to take the head of my cock into her mouth, the lips of her pussy opened to me like a blooming flower in slow motion. The moon's soft light couldn't wash out the shell pink color of her pussy slit-sweet flesh that time has allowed my tongue to thoroughly memorize. Lifting my head, and spreading her open even farther with my fingertips, I pursed my lips around her clitoris and kissed it. Lingering, my tongue fluttered against it in tiny erratic circles.

Karen moaned, the vibrations of sound moving down my cock shaft. From the very first, I learned that Karen didn't suck cock. I had had my cock sucked before, and before this, Jessica had been the best in technique. But Jessica's mother beat her daughter all hollow at oral sex. She made love to my cock by wrapping her lips around it and sliding it into her throat. Karen didn't endure the minutes my prick was inside her mouth-she thrived on them. She was amazing at blowjobs because she absolutely loved giving them. I think she'd rather give me head than eat her favorite dessert. Rather, I believe I AM her favorite dessert. Karen anticipated every tremor of pleasure her mouth allowed me.

Karen's pelvis proved to be just as talented as her oral abilities. Without missing a stroke with her lips and tongue, she moved her pussy mound around on my mouth and chin in a way that let me know exactly what she wanted me to do each moment. She writhed on top of me, the two of us moving in a sexual unison rarely accomplished by well-practiced couples. At the very instant she drew the cum up from my balls to let it splash over her wiggling tongue, her own orgasm washed over her quivering pussy, even further drenching my already wet face.
Lost in my own climax, and totally surrounded by hers, it took several minutes for my head to clear again. When it did, I realized that Karen had not yet let go of my cock. She still cradled my prick against her tongue, holding it in her mouth's warmth. She had not only tasted my cum, she had swallowed every drop I had given her. Unlike most girls, she wasn't anxious to release me from her lips. She still held me there slowly coaxing me back to life.

When Karen had revived my cock back to a full erection, she released me from her mouth, lifted her body from mine, moved off of the towel, and knelt beside me in the sand. Wiggling her bottom at me, she looked back over her shoulder and smiled. "Come on, Craig, slide your beautiful hard cock into my pussy! Take me, Craig. Fuck the hell out of me-let me be your fuck slut, baby."

Maybe it was her gorgeous ass or the way her round breasts dangled in the sand, or perhaps it was the way she started talking dirty to me, but a new animal-like passion surged in me. I moved rapidly behind her, pointed my hard shaft at her moonlit vagina, and impaled her pussy in one thrust. The inside of her pussy was a tight satin vise. As I began moving in and out of her, her previous measured movements became animalistic. I realized then that now that I was on top and in control, she was wanting me to take her, use her, and fuck the holy hell out of her. The harder I would thrust into her, the more uncontrolled she became, thrusting back with equal force as her pussy speared lewdly down my shaft. The air was filled with the squishy sounds of wet fucking that nearly drowned out the surf. Any attempts she made at verbal communication were lost in throaty grunts, moans, and cat-like snarls. I felt like a cowboy riding out a bucking bronco. As I neared my second climax, Karen's mouth finally spoke some legible words. "FILL ME WITH CUM-FILL ME WITH CUM-FILL ME WITH CUM-FILL ME WITH CUMƒ"
She kept up her pleading until every drop of my second harvest of semen was deeply deposited in her pussy. What I would later smile about as I remembered her words, was that she spoke one word with ea ch thrust of my prick, so it came out more like: Fill-Me-With-Cum-Fill-Me-With-Cum-etc. Even more amazing to me, was that as my seed began pouring into Karen, it set off a whole string of orgasms in her, the undeniable spasms wracking her body violently. She literally kept cumming for several minutes, and the entire time she held my cock inside her. Her pussy had total control over my cock. Once again, I'm not complaining. The sensations were indescribable.

Afterward, we rolled around naked in the sand, playing and tickling. This was followed by a frolic in the evening surf to wash the sand away from our bodies. Three more times that night we made love. The next day, I checked out of my hotel, and moved into Karen's bungalow. We were together there for a week, and somehow Karen made every lovemaking session new and exciting. The night she brought home a cocktail waitress from the lounge was particularly interesting.
Perhaps I should reserve the story of our threesome for another time, however. In final analysis, what I can tell you is this: although 18 years my senior, not one more time in my life, except when relating this encounter, would I think of Karen as "Jessica's Mother." She is merely one of the sexiest women alive.