Montana Summer Ch. 07
Date: 01.07.2007Keywords: Ch., 07, Montana, Summer,
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It's just not tonight. It's always been that way."
"Oh sweetie," said Margie as she placed her hand on his leg. "I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. I know we haven't done anything but we're thinking about it and its wrong."
"You feel it too," asked Kenny? "It's not just me?"
"Yes, but this is insane. You're my son. I'm your mother. I'm 53 years old. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"It does, but not like you think. I know how old you are. And I know how I feel. I know how I'll feel tomorrow and the year after that and forever. I'm always going to love you. You might not like it or want it but there's nothing you can do about the way I feel. I'm always going to love you."
"What would we tell you're brother if he found out?"
"He wouldn't have to know," said Kenny.
"But he'd find out sooner or later. It's something we should think about before we let this get too far."
"Lets not think about that tonight. Mason isn't here and he won't be back until tomorrow. Right now it's just you and me and that's all I want to think about tonight."
Margie finished her cigarette and jabbed it out in the ashtray. "I don't know what to say," she said as she pulled another cigarette from the pack and held it to her lips for Kenny to light.
Kenny lit her cigarette and scooted his hips next to her so that he could put an arm around her shoulders. His penis expanded to its full length from under the sheets as he held his mother while she smoked.
Margie was too confused by her feelings to speak. This was the last thing she expected when she woke up this morning. She took a deep breath and relaxed as she melted into her son's chest. She had never given her self to any man other than Kenny's father and here she was in bed, lying in her son's arms, wearing a nightgown and smoking a cigarette no less. It felt nice and it felt like love.
A thought suddenly occurred to her. "Maybe we should use a condom. Do you have one?"
"No," said Kenny. "I've never had sex before so I don't use them."
"Never," asked Margie?
"Why? Is that a problem?"
"Its just that I always thought your first time would be with a girl your own age, someone you cared about and who was good enough for you, a girl that didn't smoke. I shouldn't be your first honey."
"What are you talking about Mom? Don't you understand? This isn't just about sex. I love you and I want to make love with you. I want you to be my first and my last. I want to be your husband."
Kenny watched as his mother's lip quivered and a tear fell from the corner of her eye. He felt her shoulders shudder beneath his arm. The smooth fabric of her silky gown felt like heaven against the bare skin of his arm. He heard the sound of his heart beating against his chest as his mother lifted the cigarette to her lips. He could almost feel the heat from the tip of her cigarette as it glowed hot, her cheeks drawing tight. He stopped breathing as her lips opened to reveal the smoke that drifted back into her throat only to reappear as a thick warm blanket of toxic love. God she looked beautiful when she smoked!
He pulled her closer as the smoke poured from his mother's mouth. He felt her turn into him and saw the hand holding her cigarette rise up from her lap and move toward his shoulder as her face moved closer to his. Her lips met his in an open mouthed kiss and he pulled her even closer.
Oh my God, he thought as he spiraled deeper and deeper into his mother's warm smoky kiss. She was the first smoker he'd ever kissed. But even more than that, she was his mom- the love of his life.
With one arm around her shoulders, he moved his other hand across him so it came to rest on his mother's silk-clad breasts. They were soft and massive like pillows, unlike the small firm breasts of Suzie, the girl that had dumped him. He squeezed them between his fingers and she groaned into his mouth. He felt a nipple. It was long and erect. He circled it with his fingertip. She moaned with pleasure without breaking their kiss.
Margie's free hand instinctively moved under the sheet and over her son's groin, as she would have done had he been her husband. It was huge and hard unlike anything she remembered feeling during the last ten years of marriage to her husband. Even through his gym shorts, it felt marvelous between her fingers. She slipped her hand beneath the elastic waistband to get a better grip.
Kenny flinched as his mother's hand moved across his tickle spot, but he didn't break the kiss.
She wanted him inside her; of that she was sure. It wasn't right or fair that she, a woman of her age, should feel the pleasures of an 18-year-old body. The fact that Kenny was her son made it that much worse, or that much sweeter, depending on how she chose to think about it.
Kenny flinched again as a hot ash from her cigarette fell and landed on his chest.
"Oh my!" exclaimed Margie as she broke the kiss to brush the ashes from her son. "I'm sorry. Did Mommy burn you with her cigarette?" She kissed him gently on the spot where she had burned him.
"It's okay Mom. I'm all right. It just surprised me," he said.
She turned away and put the cigarette out in the ashtray beside the bed. It was then that she caught a glimpse of her self and Kenny in the mirror that sat on her dresser. "Oh my God!" she said as she studied the reflection of the old lady in bed with her young son. For the first time that evening, she saw what her son had seen but not from his point of view.
Kenny saw their reflection too but his reaction was much different from hers. It excited him and made him proud to be in bed beside his mother. "That's us," he whispered in her ear. "That's us in love," he said as he pulled the tee shirt from his torso and let it fall beside the bed.
Margie sniffed as she watched him raise his ass in the bed and shimmy out of the old gym shorts. "What are you doing," she asked?
"I'm going to make love to you like we're married."
"Oh no," said Margie. "You can't. Look at me sweetie. I'm too old and I'm your mother. You wouldn't like it. I know you wouldn't. I'm gross!"
"No you're not," said Kenny as he kissed her on the cheek and pulled her gently to the bed. "You're beautiful and I love you."
Kenny had never made love to a woman but he had a good idea of how it was done. He pulled up the hem of her gown and exposed her vagina. Her pubic hair was sparse and gray. He lowered his head and kissed it before pulling himself on top of her. He positioned his legs so that they were between her and raised himself on his hands so that he was hovering above her.
"Are you sure you want to do this honey?"
He lowered his head and kissed her passionately as she squirmed beneath him and guided his erect penis with her hand so that it entered her vagina and slid past her clitoris.
Kenny gasped and Margie grown as his penis began to fill her.
"Oh baby, that feels so nice in Mommy. Push harder sweetie."
"I love you Mom! I love you so much," cried Kenny as he ground his hips into her.
His first few thrusts were awkward as he struggled to stay balanced on his hands, but Margie didn't mind and neither did he. He soon found his rhythm and she hurried to match his blistering pace. His inexperience was obvious but he made up for his lack of skill with passion and a burning desire for her.
Her pleasure was intense, both physically and emotionally. Tears of joy rolled down her cheek as Kenny plunged deeper and deeper inside her. The look on his face was filled with love and wonder as he hovered above her rolling back his eyes and contorting his face. He felt so good inside her. What had she done to deserve such joy and love?
This is my son, she thought as he slammed his hips against hers. This is my baby boy and I am his mother. He said he wanted to marry me and be my husband. He wants me, his mother, to be his first and his last. How wonderful, she thought as his thrusts became deeper and more powerful.
This love or whatever it was that she felt for him was so much different than she ever could have imagined. It wasn't dirty or obscene. It was the most innocent and sweetest love she had ever experienced.
The look on his face told her that he was about to cum inside her and she braced her self for that magnificent moment when his sperm would enter her and join them in a bond that could never be broken.
"That's it baby," she moaned as he bucked and plunged. "Cum inside your mommy. Do it for me sweetie."
Those were the words he longed to hear as he threw his head back and burst inside her. "Oh my God Mom! I love you so much!" he shouted as he emptied his testicles inside her womb.
"I'm coming too!" shouted Margie as she raced to catch up with her son. "Keep going! Keep going!" she urged. And so he did until her screams of ecstasy softened and her teeth bit down on her lower lip.
He fell off of her and collapsed to her side, throwing his arm across her breasts and kissing her cheek with his lips.
A victorious grin erupted across her face as she looked lovingly at her spent son. Her orgasm had left her tingling from head to toe and fighting for breath. She turned her head and whispered her love for him in his ear and told him how wonderful he had made her feel.
His mother's words filled him with pride. He kissed her breasts through the nightgown and his penis swelled again to its full length. He was like a kid in a candy shop who wanted everything at once. "Can we do it again Mom," he asked?
"Of course we can sweetie. But mommy needs to have a cigarette first and catch her breath. I'm a lot older than you. Remember?"
Margie sat up in bed and removed a cigarette from her pack of Winstons and held it to her lips for Kenny to light. It was nice to have an eager young man lighting her cigarette for her. She inhaled the smoke deep into her lungs and broke out in giggles.
"What's so funny," asked Kenny? "Did I do something wrong?" The paranoia on his face made it clear that he felt she was laughing at him.
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Keywords: Ch., 07, Montana, Summer,