Matt & I Ch. 04

Please read Matt and I, chapters 1, 2, and 3 before reading this chapter. This is fiction in its purest form.

Dinner that night was almost as usual. I say almost, as Matt was quieter than usual and Harry dominated the discussion with Mike about the Army and his deployment. I could see that Matt was confused, concerned, and taken back by the day's events. I couldn't go to him like I wanted, hold him, comfort him, and touch him. Angie also sensed the mood and did her best to liven the conversation. As best I could tell Harry did not suspect a change in mood, he was just happy to have his family around.

Harry had to rise early the next day so he excused himself at his normal bed time. Matt too disappeared leaving the three of us sitting in silence neither sure of what to say or even if there was need to say anything.

I tried my best to sleep, laying there listening to Harry's snoring, but my mind whirled like a shiny ball in a dance hall. So many thoughts, Matt, Mike, Angie, and even her family clouded any chance for sleep. I slipped on my robe and slippers and started down the hall. Angie was coming from the bathroom and we met. "How about a cup of tea?"

She followed me to the kitchen and I began heating water. We spoke little until the tea was made and we sat at the table in the dim light from the stove. I could see her soft young face in that light, the softness of her lips, her beautiful blue eyes. I had never looked at a woman this way that is admiring the beauty but worse thinking what it would be like to be kissed by those young soft lips. Even more startling to me was that I had never looked at Angie like this before. I had looked at her, but never into her as I was now. Her eyes met mine as I was looking at her and she smiled. "Would you like more tea?"

She nodded and passed her cup to me. As I was heating the water again I felt her move behind me. Her arms went around me and I could feel her body pressing against me and I turned in her arms. She stood perhaps 3 inches taller; she bent forward and put her lips to mine. I didn't know how the kiss would feel but it was wonderful, so soft, so touching, then so demanding as our lips parted and our tongues were dancing inside the passionate embrace. I surrendered to her, to whatever she wanted, to whatever she wanted from me.

She reached behind me and turned off the stove then led me to the den. We stood at the sofa where she untied my robe and let it fall to the floor then lifted my gown above my head and tossed it aside. I helped her as she removed her robe and gown and I marveled at the taut firm body of the girl/woman in front of me. We kissed again and our bodies pressed together, soft flesh against hardening nipples, legs touching, toes moving in a strange dance, and our hands feeling, touching, groping and demanding more.

She pressed me back onto the sofa and began suckling at my breasts; my somewhat sagging breasts with big nipples and she took the time to taste, suck, nip, and adore each one, then moved back to my mouth to kiss me once again. My hands flew to her breasts fondling her smaller nipples that grew hard beneath my palms. In my career I had given mammograms, helping and touching many breasts, but not like this, no not like this, never exciting me until now.

When she broke the kiss she urged me onto my back and she lowered herself between my now outstretched legs. I could feel her breath on my stomach and her tongue as she moved beneath the triangle of unshaven hair to taste my most private part. She licked upward from the bottom of my vagina then inside my opening, darting her tongue in and out, then up until she was at my clitoris. She licked, nipped, sucked, and made circles around it and I began to cum. My orgasm was unlike any I had before, even unlike the wonderful orgasms Matt had given me. And, oh yes, once again I moved into that darkness, that place where neither time nor space exists, and I could feel my body pushing up against her mouth as I shuddered and came in a quiet explosion.

She held me as I came down from the top of that climactic moment, begin to breathe normally and return to the present. "Angie, I've never felt like this before" I whispered to her. "I'm, I'm not sure what to do honey."

She kissed me and I could taste the tart juices of my vagina and my orgasm. "Just do what you feel like. If you don't feel like doing anything, that's fine too."

I was in a nervous state, unsure of what to do or even if I wanted to do it, but I wanted to explore this new feeling, this new state of excitement. I slid from beneath her and replaced myself above her, edging down until I was between her legs. Her clean shaven vagina was now before my eyes in the dim light and I just stared. I put my tongue to the hood that hid her clitoris and there was no taste, only the sensation of my tongue against her flesh, against her clitoris. I began manipulating the hood, then licking harder, and with more insistence until I could feel her body moving beneath me. I licked the hard clit as it grew and she came, exuding the tangy woman fluids that filled my mouth and covered my chin; she softly moaned as she pushed against my face and mouth.

I moved to her, kissed her, and shared her own secretions with her. Then we held each other in a naked warm embrace for a long time. Neither of us spoke, we just held each other. "We should go to bed" I urged and she agreed as we dressed and made our way to our respective bedrooms.

I didn't know if Mike had been aware of our liaison but Harry continued to snore and sleep soundly. It took some time for me to doze into a satisfied slumber. There were many thoughts still dancing in my head but one curiosity had been sated, very well sated.

Harry had his breakfast and left for work, the words were few, as normal, only to say he would work half a day on Christmas Eve. Christmas, three days away, two days alone with Mike and Angie, no days alone with Matt and a lot of things left to do.

Matt came up from the basement dressed in his scrubs. "Do you have to work Christmas Eve?" I asked hoping the answer would be no.

"No. We're going to be closed that day. Not sure, but I think we're closing early the 23rd as well. Are you OK?" He cocked his head as he looked at me, questioning me.

"Yeah, no, but yeah, I'm OK."

"I uh, I don't have to go to work for another hour, I just wasn't sure if Mike and Angie were up. I uh, I would like you to, uh, that is if you want to, uh –"

I looked at the sparkling eyes of my beautiful son and the childish look he had on his face, the look of when he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Come with you?"

I asked before he could finish.

"Uh huh."

I followed him to the basement where I have an office and we have a spare living suite. I watched as he quickly removed his scrubs; his beautiful cock was already at full attention leaving no doubt as to what he wanted. I quickly dropped my robe and pulled my gown over my head and before he could move I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. He began to moan as I slid his cock and bulging head between my lips and as far into my mouth as I could stand. I cupped his testicles and sucked him.

"I don't want you to cum yet" I scolded as I stood then laid back on his bed. "I want you in me. Fuck me!" I had never used that word with him before as I rarely ever say or think it. But right then I wanted him inside me; I wanted him to pound me, to take me, to press me into the bed with each push. He quickly entered me, sliding into my already wet tunnel and burying his cock completely inside me. I threw my arms around his virile young body and my legs around his to push his body as far into me as he would go. He didn't disappoint me.

He rode me hard, pressing into me then withdrawing only to lunge back into me. I was in heaven enjoying my son's cock, enjoying my son's attack on my vagina, enjoying the orgasm I could feel pending. Then it came, the pleasant and wonderful darkness of my orgasm, that spinning of my body into space, and the warmth that spreads from my toes and tingles throughout me. As I was coming down I felt his cock harden more then shoot his semen into me. He held me tight and pressed himself as far into me as he could as he finished unloading his young semen. I almost came again from the feel of him and I enjoyed his climax.

He was still inside me as he raised himself on his arms and looked at me. "You've never said that before. Not that I can remember anyway."

"Never said what honey?"

"Fuck me! You said it a while ago."

"Oh, that. Yeah, you're right, I said it. I'm, I'm sorry baby; it's something I don't normally say but I wanted and needed you so badly. Do you forgive me?"

"There's nothing to forgive. I had just never heard you use that word before, even when you were mad at Dad or hurt yourself working in the yard. It just surprised me, that's all. You can use it anytime you want. My ears aren't virgin either."

We laughed as he withdrew from me and lay beside me. He stroked my breasts and made the nipples stand tall. He leaned over to suck first one then the other and his hand rubbed my somewhat round belly and then my legs and his fingers slid between my wet vaginal lips saturated with his cum. I reached between us, feeling for his cock, it was growing again.

"Your cock, it's –"

He just groaned "yeah" as he moved atop me again and unceremoniously pushed himself inside me. I was amazed, surprised, and a willing participant in yet another love making session with him. This one lasted longer for him, pleasantly so, as he brought me to two quaking orgasms before he finally came.

My legs were shaking but my body was so wonderfully fulfilled. I didn't want him to leave, just to lay beside me, hold me, tell me how much he loved me, be my lover and my beautiful son. But he had to shower and go to work.

On somewhat wobbly legs I made my way to the stairs. I turned to see him enter the shower, his taut firm butt, his strong legs, and I wanted to join him, but thought better of it. I made my way upstairs to see Mike sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee.

"Good morning Mom."

I waited for him to crack some kind of joke or make some statement that would allude to Matt and me making love, but he didn't.

"Morning son. Have, have you been up long?"

"Long enough to make coffee. The pot was on but the coffee had gotten stale, to I made some fresh. Can I get you a cup?"

"No, no, not right now. I'm going to shower and get dressed. I, uh, I have a lot to do today; you know, getting things together and all." Mike surprised me; he didn't say anything catty or snide. He usually has some remark lurking inside his head that has to come out, often at the most inappropriate time. Perhaps he didn't know about, well, about things that happened.

Angie was coming from the bedroom as I made my way down the hall. She stopped me, holding my arm softly. "Are you OK? You look weary?"

"Yes honey, I'm fine. I guess I didn't get much sleep so I'm a little tired, that's all."

She patted my hand, "I hope I wasn't the cause of you being tired" she said in a whisper.

I just shook my head and left her. I needed a shower, I needed to think, I needed to plan how to handle the hours or days ahead, and I needed to plan how to tell Mike that as much as I love him I didn't want him for a lover. This wasn't going to be easy since I had enjoyed Angie so much.

To Be Continued.