The morning after

The warm caress of Mom's breath on my outstretched forearm raises me from the dead the following morning. After a long night of kissing and friction, my body aches. We didn't go all the way last night, but I still feel an ever-growing intimacy with Mom, compounded by my body interlocking with hers for hours on end in the dark.

The scent of vanilla still lingers in the air, despite the candles having died off long ago, and I sigh. Mom stirs in my arms, and I grip her tighter, savoring her warmth. Her bare ass presses against my cock, but for once it continues to slumber, no doubt as exhausted as I consciously feel.

A strand of loose blonde hair tickles my nose and I brush it away.

"Mom," I murmur. I drip a wet kiss on her ear, and her sleeping form nestles closer to me. I need to go, I know. I have a pill to take, work to do, and the gym session I promised Aunt Esmere earlier in the week. "I have to go," I continue.

She sighs, her eyes fluttering open. Flecks of light reflect in them from where they snuck in along the edge of the blinds covering her windows.

"Don't go," she whispers. She lifts her head from my forearm and gently kisses it, then rolls over so that our faces touch.

I kiss her, and she immediately draws her leg over my thigh. I feel the warmth emanating from between her legs, inviting me on another journey into heaven. "I can't, I have to work," I say back, in between kisses.

Her lips slow, then break away, and she sags into a nearby pillow. "I know, dear," she says, smiling at me. Her hair and makeup are a mess, the result of my tongue discovering every spot on her body and then some, and I grin at her. "What?" she asks. "I know my hair is a mess, but I figure you don't mind after last night."

"Not at all... Just remembering how it got that way."

Mom bites her lip and slides out of bed, revealing her nude body to me. "Well, guess since you have to go... I'll just have to go take this hot, steamy shower all by myself." She hums as she wanders into her bathroom and turns on the shower, careful not to look back at me as she teases me with her swaying hips.

"Okay, fine," I say, and she giggles. I hop from bed and join her in the bathroom. She turns her back to the counter as I approach, and I pin her against the light granite with my hips.

"Dom," she murmurs, as my hands slide up her hips and onto her breasts. "This doesn't seem much like working. Didn't you need to go work?" Her nipples harden between my fingers, and somehow my cock began to stir. I thought after the four orgasms I **** it through the previous night that it would take longer to recover, but the feel and scent and energy and... love... of Mom is enough to turn that assumption to dust.

"What? Pressuring me to work? A good mother would at least offer me a shower blowjob first, wouldn't she?"

Mom giggles at my teasing and nods in agreement. "Oh, of course. How could I have forgotten? Come, son. Let's get you into that shower so I can take care of you."