Growing up as an only child did have its advantages though it was also tinged with sadness. My mother had fallen pregnant with me at a young age, and my father was a much older man. It was the subject of plenty of gossip around the neighbourhood as my father was over ten years older than my mother and she was only eighteen when she fell pregnant and then gave birth to me.
The sadness is that it was not an easy pregnancy for her, and although she carried me to term and I was a happy and healthy baby, something else developed within her body which meant that she could not have any further children.
Mum was completely and utterly devoted to raising her little boy. The love I felt when growing up ensured I grew up a healthy young boy in tune with his emotional and physical development. While Mum may have spoiled me from time to time, she made sure I didn't end up an entitled little boy at the same time. I didn't always get what I wanted, and as I got older, I had to earn particular things by helping around the house.
But there was no missing how close I was to my mother. She would wake me most mornings by sitting on the edge of the bed and kissing my cheek, her hand running over my head as she whispered for me to wake up. She would always ensure that I would hug and kiss her before I went to bed. When I was a little boy, there was nothing better than hugs with Mum. I grew up having no problem expressing my love for my mother as much as she told me every single day how much she loved me.
And this continued even when I started puberty, my body started to develop, and hormones started to rage.
As for my father, it was clear to me that he had next to no time for me. He did marry my mother though I knew it was out of a sense of obligation rather than any real love. He took no interest in anything I was doing at school or outside of it. Yes, he did meet his financial obligations towards me, but there was no love. The only love I got was from my mother and my grandparents. I included my paternal grandparents as I was their only grandchild and they absolutely loved me as much as my mother.
I was sixteen when I arrived home from school to find my mother sitting on the couch with a box of tissues and it was obvious that she was upset. Dropping my bag and sitting next to her, I'd just gone through a significant growth spurt and now towered over her petite five-two stature. As soon as I had my arms around her, she fell apart, barely able to understand a word she was saying.
"I love you, Mum," I whispered. I was sixteen and not emotionally equipped to deal with a distraught mother. I thought letting her know that would help her.
It did help as she hugged me tighter and she slowly calmed down. Snuggling against me for a few minutes, she eventually leaned back to meet my eyes, her blue eyes sparkling behind the lenses of her glasses. She'd always worn them for as long as I could remember. She pulled off the sultry secretary look from time to time given her position at a nearby company.
"What's wrong, Mum?"
"Your father," she spat, "I know he's never really loved me. He knocked me up at eighteen and was pressured to marry me. You know how much older he is than me. Not enough for him to get in trouble, but I was a naïve young woman and he... Well..."
"But what's he done?"
"I've never cheated on him, Mark," she insisted. She didn't have to tell me. I trusted my mother completely. "He's..." She trailed off and shook her head, snuggling against me. "I know he's your father..."
"Mum, I've never been blind to the fact he doesn't really care about either of us. We've got the material things, but I've never really thought he loved me as a son."
"Oh, baby..."
"It's fine, Mum, because I've always had you."
That earned a soft kiss on the cheek. "My handsome young man is getting his favourite meal tonight. As for your father... He's going to be moving out on the weekend to live with his mistress at the apartment he's organised for them."
"Let me guess, a younger woman?"
"It's disgusting... I'm thirty-four, he's forty-eight. His mistress is twenty..."
"Really?"
"You know his good friend Dave? Your father's mistress is Dave's daughter." I didn't know what to say to that. "I'm not sure Dave even knows. He's going to know when his daughter moves in with him."
I didn't see my father all that much over the next couple of days before the weekend. We had next to nothing to do with each other anyway. It was Mum who organised my life and looked after me. Hell, it was obvious he gave less than a shit about anything to do with the house, so I was the one who mowed the front and back lawns and helped Mum out with chores.
As it was early spring, I was still playing sports on Saturday. Getting ready in my bedroom, I heard conversation coming from the living room, I walked out barefoot to find my father with a couple of suitcases next to him as Mum stood with her back to me. Coming up behind her and placing my hands on her shoulders, she leaned back against me as I wrapped my arms around her.
"What's going on?" I asked. I rarely called him 'Dad'. He didn't deserve the title.
"I'm leaving, Mark," he replied, "I've given up sixteen years of my life for you and your mother. I won't be doing that a day longer. The house is paid off and I will transfer the deed into your mother's name. It's her responsibility now."
"Where are you going?"
"Doesn't concern you. Sophie, I know you're going to ask about child support during the inevitable support period. I will transfer a few hundred dollars a week until custody is sorted out during the divorce settlement. I know I'll be paying spousal support. I don't really care about that as I can afford it, and despite what you might think, I don't want to see either of you on the street. I might not love either of you, but I'm not an arsehole."
"Gee, thanks, Peter," I stated.
He met my eyes, and he would have been able to read my thoughts and feelings quite easily. Nodding that he understood, he didn't say another word as he wheeled his two suitcases out to his car. Walking back inside, he placed a couple of keys down on the coffee table, and mentioned to my mother that he'd looked into a separation agreement, hoping to sort out most financials before the divorce was rubber-stamped in a year's time.
To my surprise, Mum wasn't all that upset once he was gone. She'd been upset to learn about his cheating, but she sat me down that evening and explained that her love for him had always been one of gratitude rather than actually being in love with him.
By the time my eighteenth birthday approached, my mother was a thirty-six-year-old single mother, now divorced though she never seemed happier. Once my father was out of the picture, her entire life came down to four things. Her job, which she did enjoy. The house, which we made changes to once my father was gone. Her family, as both sets of grandparents were always available to help out, and she had an older sister who was almost like a second mother to me. And then there was me, and I knew my role as the most important person in her life by a long way.
Mum came out well in the divorce. She got the house. Dad had to pay some child support. And when it came to spousal support, instead of just paying her weekly or monthly, he wrote out a cheque for a considerable sum of cash, stating that it would make their split far easier on both of them. After he moved out, the only time I saw my father was in court during the divorce and then the custody hearing. He showed next to no interest in my life, so when it came to visitation, I said I wasn't particularly interested in him in return.
"What do you want to do for your birthday, baby?" Mum had asked a couple of days before the big day that I'd become an adult.
"Dinner and drinks out with my favourite girl," I replied, making her blush immediately before she walked out and cuddled into my side while I sat at my desk.
"Is there anything you'd really love to do?"
"Nothing I can ask for an eighteenth birthday present."
"Ah, you mean the travelling that you're always talking about."
"I can't go asking for an airfare to Europe or something. And I do have a job lined up to start after Christmas."
"No interest in university?"
"You know I'm good with my hands, and Grandad and Pop are always around to help tinker with my car."
"I know it's a shitbox, baby..."
"But it's mine, Mum. And you bought it for me, so I love it."
"So dinner and drinks with your mother on your birthday? Is that all you want?"
"I'll do something with my friends at the weekend. For the day itself, there's only one person I want to spend the day with most of all though I guess the grandparents and my aunt..."
On the day of my birthday, Mum woke me up with the usual soft kiss on the cheek as she sat on the edge of my bed. Waking up and immediately smiling, she was wearing a short robe that showed off her fantastic legs and there was a little cleavage on display that I couldn't help looking at. Mum smiled as she leaned down and kissed me on the cheek again.
"My little boy is now a man," she whispered, feeling her move so she could lay down next to me, her blue eyes gazing up at me with that same love I'd seen my entire life, "I love you so much, Mark. You've always been and will always be my reason for living."
"Totally taking my mother out on a birthday date now," I replied, turning onto my side and giving her a look, making her shriek when I started to tickle her. Given how I'd developed, I was strong enough to hold her in place as my fingers found all her ticklish spots.
"Stop!" she cried out, "Stop, Mark!"
"To make me stop, you must pay the toll, Mum."
I stopped tickling her as she smiled shyly before leaving a soft kiss on my cheek. "You're a naughty young man sometimes..."
As it was my birthday, she cooked me breakfast on a school morning. Not something she did except on a weekend. I usually just had toast or cereal, eating it quickly before I took off for school. Mum had bacon, eggs, baked beans and all the trimmings ready, sitting down together at the table.
"I've made reservations at Tali's Steakhouse," she told me, "I knew that's where you'd want to go. After that, I'm figuring a pub or two, maybe a bar... Care to dance with your mother?"
"Sure, not that I really know how to."
"All you do is hold me in your arms and sway."
My friends were all asking about my plans during my day at school. I was staring down the barrel of our end-of-year exams that were only a month away. Letting them know that it was just going to be a night with my mother, my three friends all shared glances and smiled at me.
"Your mother is hot, mate," Mike stated, "No wonder you love spending time with her."
"It's not like that," I stated.
"Mate, you know my mother is single and I think she's, you know, looking at me in a certain manner now," he replied, "And I would never say no to my mother."
"Seriously?"
"Absolutely."
Steve nodded in agreement. "Mum's started sneaking into my bed the last few weeks. The first few times, she waited until I was asleep, and I'd wake up to find her snuggling against me. The first time she knocked on the door and opened it to reveal her standing in just a short nightdress, I simply smiled and threw back the covers. Feeling her snuggling against me, looking at me like I'm sure your mothers look at you, guys, I was so fucking hard..."
"Done anything with her?" Daniel wondered.
"She's masturbated a few times next to me while she thought I was asleep." He paused and then blushed a little bit. "She'd moan my name when climaxing. I nearly cum each time without touching myself."
"What about you, Mike?" I asked.
"Given what I had to sort out regarding my father..."
"Did he raise hands again?"
"Dragged him out to his car and nearly beat the shit out of him. Given I was already bigger and stronger than him, and then I told my grandparents what was going on, even his own mother and father disowned him, while my mother's parents just asked me to look after Mum. I see how she looks at me now like I'm some sort of hero. She's my mother... Who would I love more?"
"Guess this might explain why we're all single," I joked.
"I know it's weird," Steve stated, "I mean, I think Mum's just really lonely and I'm the only man in her life who constantly tells her that I love her, how beautiful she is, how important she is to me..." He trailed off and started to look emotional, Daniel resting a hand on his shoulder. "Love her so much that I just want her to be happy."
"And you think it might be in intimacy with you?" Mike wondered.
"I know it's wrong. Most people just won't understand..." Steve trailed off and sighed.
"I do, mate," I said softly, "I don't even look at the girls around us. There's only one woman in my life. Well, maybe two if we consider my Aunt Stephanie. She's unhappily married and would probably love an affair with her younger nephew."
This wasn't a new conversation. The four of us had long admitted to an attraction to our mothers. Probably why we were such close friends. We were also realistic about things. Mothers and sons did not have intimate relationships. There were laws about such things. It wasn't just illegal. It went against nearly every rule in the book.
Home before my mother as always, I focused on my homework until I felt her presence next to me. Rising to my feet, she pressed her body into mine as I cuddled her, her head resting against my chest. She didn't say a word for a few minutes as our cuddles had grown longer and longer upon her arrival home.
"I'll shower and get dressed, baby," she finally said.
Mum had a small bathroom next to her bedroom, so I had full reign over the main bathroom. After shaving and showering, I was looking through my wardrobe for something to wear when I heard my mother calling out. I felt my jaw drop when I stood in the doorway to see her wearing the sexiest lingerie I'd ever seen. The black bra was low-cut and barely covered her nipples. The panties were sheer, and I could see the patch of dark pubic hair above her pussy. The garter belt and black thigh-high stockings... I couldn't help gazing at the vision of beauty.
Mum couldn't help smiling at my reaction as she handed me her necklace. "Can you help me, baby?" she asked softly.
Turning around, I lifted her brunette hair out of the way as I helped her with the necklace. Once it was in place, I ran my hands down to her shoulders and carefully down her body until my hands rested over her soft belly. Mum kept fit though she didn't have the tone of a few years previously. She had a lovely little figure that totally aroused me.
"What do you think, baby?"
"You're the sexiest woman on the planet, Mum."
"Going to wear a little black dress and have all the tongues wagging that I'm going to be on the arm of my handsome young man tonight." She turned around, my hands ending up cupping her pert little bottom. "Mark, call me Sophie tonight."
"What?"
"It's your birthday and I'm your date. Call me Sophie."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure." She paused and placed a hand on my chest. "We're going to have a wonderful night, baby. And as long as you're not too drunk tonight, I want to end the night snuggling with my son."
"Really?"
"I've slept alone every night since he left. I don't want to sleep alone anymore. Can you handle sleeping in the same bed as your mother?"
"Sure."
"Good. Then it's snuggling tonight if you behave."
I behaved and had the joy of being led to my mother's bedroom that evening. Mum disappeared to her bedroom, returning after a few minutes wearing a sheer teddy that showed off her breasts though she was wearing a pair of panties. Sliding into bed next to me, she gently placed a hand on my cheek, turning my head and kissing me softly on the lips.
"You make me feel so sexy, baby," she whispered, "I know this might not be entirely appropriate, but you make me feel confident in my body that I just feel I need to show it off for someone special."
"I'm not complaining, Mum," I assured her.
Mum didn't invite me to her bedroom all that often after that, at least while I was still in high school. After my exams were finished, I had a month or so to waste until Christmas and the New Year period before I started work in January. To keep myself occupied, I offered to do a few things around the house. Most rooms needed some painting. The kitchen could do with some work, as did the bathroom. I was handy with tools thanks to my two grandfathers.
I was rewarded for all my hard work with Mum cooking some of my favourite meals or taking me out to dinner. And I started to spend more and more time being invited to join her in bed. Mum was sexy with whatever she wore, but I didn't miss that she had some very short robes and nightdresses which she would wear with nothing underneath that allowed me to view her body in the correct light... And sometimes she'd just wear a bra and panties that allowed my fingers to touch all her exposed skin.
It was a couple of nights before Christmas as she snuggled into me, her fingers running up and down my chest. "I'm sorry for arousing you all the time," she whispered, giggling to herself. My arousal was obvious due to the tent in the sheet. It was rather warm as summer was in full swing. "I try not to mention when I feel you poking me in the morning."
"It is natural, at least in the morning."
"I know, baby. It makes me feel good though. But seeing you hard now..."
"I do have a mostly naked woman in bed with me."
Turning my head, she smiled lovingly at me before kissing me softly on the lips. She'd been doing that more and more lately, each kiss lasting a little longer each time. When she pulled back, she seemed so genuinely happy that I raised my hand to gently run my fingers down her cheek. Leaning forward to kiss her, I rolled onto my side and ran my hand down her back, pulling her gently into me.
But before the kiss got out of hand, she slowly pulled away, her eyes glistening as she placed a finger on my lips. "I can't, baby," she whispered, "Part of me wants to show you all the love in the world, but I can't. We can't, baby. I'm sorry."
Then she burst into tears and all I could do was hold her in my arms as she sobbed. I felt my own eyes getting wet as I had confirmation that my mother was perhaps dealing with feelings that she knew she shouldn't have about me. Ever since my birthday, we'd been growing so close... Maybe distance would be best, or that's what I thought.
"Should I go?" I asked softly.
That question had her hugging me tightly. "Please don't leave me, baby," she whimpered.
"I don't mean leaving the house, Mum," I joked, hoping to lighten the mood. That had Mum leaning back, using my thumb to wipe her cheek dry, "But I think..."
"Stay with me," she whispered, "You don't know how much I love having my son with me like this." Taking my hand, she held it to her chest between her breasts. "You own this completely, baby. My heart is yours forever."
I kissed her for that, and Mum didn't hesitate to kiss me back. It only lasted a few seconds, but when we pulled back, Mum knew exactly how I felt about her in return. She probably already knew, but I had a feeling my eyes reflected all manner of thoughts and feelings I had for her.
But we were also realistic about the situation. We simply couldn't be intimate. If anyone found out, it would ruin both of our lives. No-one would ever understand.
*****
Two years later...
"Baby... Do you still want to go travelling?" Mum asked one evening.
I was still living at home. Since starting work, Mum and I had become a real team when it came to running the house. All bills were split equally. I happily helped out with any chores. Hell, I reckon to many people we would have looked more like partners rather than mother and son.
I no longer slept in her bed though. It was just far too difficult as I wanted more than what she could offer. That's not to say I was dating anyone. Hell, I was a twenty-year-old virgin as I couldn't handle the thought of being intimate with anyone else. As for my mother, I knew she hadn't gone out on a single date either.
I still remember the look of hurt on her face when I said I couldn't snuggle with her at night any longer. It was too difficult for me, and I think she would admit that her body was crying out for more, and that distance would probably be best for both of us. That didn't stop us from being endlessly affectionate with each other. Most nights consisted of her snuggling against me as we watched television or a movie. We were out for dinner once or twice a week. If I wasn't at work or spending time with friends, I was spending time with Mum.
"Sure," I finally replied to her question, "But while I could probably afford it as I've been saving every possible penny since I started working part-time five years ago..."
"I'm thinking it's something we could do together," she said, taking my hand as she sat next to me at the table, "I've been looking into something that would take us from place to place. I know there's one place I'd really love to go that's not the usual 'France, Italy, United Kingdom' deal."
"Where?"
"Iceland."
"Iceland? Really?"
"I know it's growing increasingly popular, but there are cruise ships that will go all over Scandinavia, usually starting in either Sweden or Norway, down to Denmark then maybe up to the Faroe Islands before it'll cross over to Iceland. I've been looking into it, and we could do part of the cruise and then stay in Reykjavik while we do a tour of Iceland."
"I mean, I've looked into places all over Europe and Iceland was somewhere that interested me. I just didn't think it would interest you."
She smiled and squeezed my hand. "I've seen your research online and did my own. I want to go on holiday with you, Mark. And I still have a lot of money remaining from what my ex-husband gave me. We could easily afford the cruise and Iceland. Or we could just fly straight to Iceland and do a real tour of the country."
"Well, from what I've seen, you can do some tours from the capital, or hire a car and do a journey of the ring road that goes around the entire island."
"Why don't we have a real look at our options tonight after dinner?"
"Sure. I haven't taken any holidays since I started work so I'm owed plenty of time."
Gathering around the laptop a little later, Mum sitting as close as possible to snuggle against me, we carried on our research. While the idea of a cruise appealed, I thought doing that would be more suited to sunnier climates such as around the Mediterranean, Caribbean or around the Pacific Islands. I'd long been interested in visiting the Nordic countries. They would be expensive when converting from Australian dollars, and I knew that Iceland could be quite expensive itself.
But it would be a place so unlike Australia that I knew it was somewhere I just had to visit one day.
"What are you thinking?" I finally asked, "We could do a cruise though none of them are particularly cheap. If you're serious about Iceland, I've already had a look at flights. Best option is flying to London and then getting a connecting flight from there. We could spend all our time there exploring the island. Basing ourselves in Reykjavik would also be a good idea. Just need to decide on the time of year."
"I want to see the Northern Lights," she stated.
"That means winter and it'll be cold. I mean really cold."
"Even more of an excuse for my son to return to my bed," she whispered, "He'd keep me nice and warm."
"Mum..."
"I miss having you with me in bed, baby," she said, turning to see tears running down her cheeks, "I missed feeling your arms around me when I fall asleep, and feeling your body against me when I wake up."
"I miss it too, but I just thought..."
Taking my hand, she led me into the living room, sitting down on the couch. Mum curled her legs underneath her like she always did, her body turned towards me. "Mark, I want to suggest something..."
"Sure."
"If we book everything this week and travel in around November time, which would be a good month to see the Northern Lights... Well, we'll be far away from home, and no-one will have a clue that we're mother and son." Feeling my jaw drop, she leaned up and kissed me softly. "I know it's what you want, baby. And it's what I've wanted for a long time too. I can't deny how much I love you."
"Are you sure, Mum?"
"I've had more than two years to think about it."
"What about when we get back? I'm not sure I could start something with you while we're away and then switch it off when we get back."
"You won't have to worry about that because we won't." She snuggled closer, resting a hand on my chest. "You're my man, Mark. You've always been my man. And I think I've always been your woman."
"Definitely," I said softly.
I was getting ready for bed that night when Mum appeared in my doorway wearing one of her small robes that showed off her lovely legs and I knew simply undoing the knot at her waist would reveal her naked body. Taking me by the hand, she led me back to her bedroom, ensuring I was in her bed first before she smiled at me, undoing the knot of her robe to reveal her entire naked body for the first time. Her breasts were magnificent, her nipples hard and pointing out. Gazing down her body, there was a tuft of dark pubic hair though it looked like she kept everything otherwise trimmed or smooth.
Getting into bed with me, she rolled me onto my side so she could spoon back against me. Feeling her naked body against me was almost far too thrilling and I knew she would have felt my erection pressing into her.
"Sleep with me every night, baby," she said softly, "And when we get to Iceland, we'll pose as husband and wife, and I want to make love with you all the time. When we get home, we won't stop. We'll just have to be careful."
"Mum... I'm still a virgin..."
"I know, baby. I know you want your mother as your one and only. Mark... You'll only be the second man I'm with. I lost my virginity to your father. I was pregnant very quickly after my first time with him."
"I had no idea..."
Waking up with her the next morning, my right hand was resting on her soft belly. As I started to slowly stroke her skin, I felt her snuggle back against me, running my fingers up to caress her breasts, hearing her moan softly though I didn't stop. I knew she'd tell me to stop if I pushed her too far. Feeling her nipples immediately hard, I didn't linger too long as I moved back down towards her groin.
When she didn't hesitate in spreading her legs, I ran my fingers through the tuft of pubic hair and could feel the heat of her pussy. I stopped just above where I knew her slit was. Mum must have sensed my hesitation as she turned her head and smiled at me. "I opened my legs to let you know it was okay, baby," she whispered, "We won't make love before Iceland. And though I'd love to see you go down on me, we'll wait until Iceland... But if you want to start doing certain things..."
"You know I'm going to cum so fast, Mum."
"Maybe not... When you masturbate, do you use lube?"
"All the time."
"Good, at least you won't have death grip. You watch porn when you jerk off?"
"Not often." I felt myself blushing when I added, "I think about you most of the time."
"I think about you when I need to jill off at work because I'm horny all the time," she whispered, making me chuckle, "And you think I don't masturbate every night too?"
"That's so hot, Mum."
"We can masturbate together whenever you want, baby. But if you want to touch my pussy now, please do."
Mum made sure my left arm was holding her tightly as I moved my right hand down her body to between her legs. Touching her pussy for the first time had my cock throbbing with excitement, amazed at how wet she was. Mum told me to just explore. I would have preferred to see what I was doing, but I knew this wasn't going to be a long morning of touching each other. I ran my fingers along her labia before I found the entrance that I craved most.
"It's okay, baby," she assured me, "Slide a finger inside your mother."
Hearing her gasp and then moan softly as I sank my finger deep made me smile, and as I gently started to finger her, I felt Mum moving her hips as she quickly asked me to slide a second finger inside her. The idea that I was going to make my mother orgasm was beyond thrilling, letting me know how to curl my fingers so I would find her special spot. I knew enough that finding and pleasuring her clit would also help her orgasm. Mentioning that earned a chuckle, turning to kiss me softly, stating that I was going to make her cum hard with what I was doing.
When she cried out, feeling her pussy clench around my fingers and I knew my mother was having an orgasm, it was the best feeling I could remember. Then I heard her immediately release a sob, taking my fingers out of her as I cuddled her tight to my body.
"Happy tears, baby," she stated, "Very happy tears. My little boy just made me orgasm. Lick your fingers clean. Taste your mother."
I did as she asked and immediately wanted to taste her for real. Rolling over to face me, she kissed me softly though that didn't last long before we were kissing properly, and when her tongue slid into my mouth, I couldn't help groaning as I felt her hand move down my body and into my underwear. I nearly climaxed just from her fingers gently grasping my cock, taking a couple of deep breaths as she slowly started to stroke me.
"One thing I really want to do until we go is suck your cock, baby," she said, "Your father was very selfish. I enjoyed doing it for him though only if he returned the favour. I'll teach you how to eat pussy when we leave, but until we go, I just want to be on my knees for my son all the time."
"Do you swallow, Mum?"
"I'll always swallow your cum unless I want it somewhere else. How about giving your mother a facial?"
"If that's what you want, Mum."
"Definitely cum on my tits too. And when we start making love, the only place you're finishing is deep in my pussy." That made me grunt and I nearly climaxed again. "Love that thought, baby? The idea of sliding your big cock inside my tight little pussy. It's still tight because your father wasn't exactly big. What I feel in my hands now, I'd love to feel you fill up my mouth, my pussy, and my butt."
"Really?"
"I'm an open-minded woman, Mark. And my son will have full use of my body." Feeling her release my cock was a relief though that was only so she could roll me onto my back, flinging back the sheets as she moved to kneel between my legs, lifting my arse as she lowered my underwear. Her smile at seeing my cock for the first time made me chuckle, her eyes lighting up as she gently grasped it again. "Fuck it... Baby, want your first blowjob now?"
"You serious?"
"I am, baby. I think my son deserves a blowjob every morning from now on for everything he's done for me."
Feeling her soft lips around my cock was a dream come true, her eyes gazing up at me as I watched my length slowly but surely disappeared. As soon as her head started to bob up and down, her tongue working my shaft, I knew I wasn't going to last all that long. Trying not to move my hips, I did place my hand on the back of her head, caressing it as her head bobbed faster and faster as she seemed ever so eager to make me cum.
"Mum..." I moaned softly. She didn't release my cock as I could feel my climax approaching quickly. "Mum...." I stated with urgency, "Close, Mum..."
She kept her word as I grunted as that first spurt of cum fired from my cock into her mouth, Mum humming happily as she made sure her lips were sealed tight as I filled her mouth, feeling her swallow down my cum as I felt myself relaxing back on the bed once my climax was over. She kept sucking until it was obvious that I had nothing else left, her tongue running up and down my shaft a few times before she released my cock, smiling at her as she shuffled up the bed until she was straddling my lap, feeling the heat of her pussy on my cock as she leaned down to cuddle me.
"Every morning, baby," she promised.
We booked our trip later that day. Flights to Reykjavik via Singapore and London Heathrow. Three weeks in Iceland. We would stay in Reykjavik part of the time though would hire a car and drive around the island otherwise. We chose to stay in a hotel in Reykjavik but looked into small guesthouses in other areas of the island.
For the next few months, Mum stuck to her guns about certain things. We did not make love. We didn't come close to it. She never put herself into a position where my cock could slide inside her. She blew me every single morning, and more often than not, would blow me before going to sleep. I was allowed to use my fingers on her whenever I wanted. I was not allowed to use my mouth.
I loved massaging her as it was something I wanted to learn as I knew she was stressed from work at times. I became an expert at knowing how to move my hands over her body. I loved massaging her legs and even her little feet. I figured out where I could touch and press that would arouse her. More often than not, by the time I was done, her pussy was usually dripped with excitement and my fingers would find their way inside her. Whenever I teased her rosebud, Mum would glance back and smile, and the first time I slid a finger inside her back passage, with a couple of fingers in her pussy, her orgasm was epic.
Aunt Stephanie was the first to pick up on the change in our relationship as she would visit us at least once a week. Although I love my auntie, I stayed out of the way as I knew she loved catching up with her sister.
"You're smiling a hell of a lot more, Sophie. What's going on?" Stephanie asked her one evening over a bottle of wine.
"Not a lot."
"Don't give me that. Someone is definitely making you cum."
"What?"
"Look, every woman has that sort of face which tells everyone else she is being satisfied by someone. There is no doubt someone is making you cum, and cum hard. I'm just intrigued as to who it is. You're not dating anyone. The only man in your life is..." Stephanie paused and, to my surprise, giggled. "Sophie, is it Mark?"
"What?"
"Sophie, I'm not blind to how Mark looks at you. That young man worships the ground you walk on. He is so in love with you..." Those words had Mum sobbing next to her on the couch. I could only hear and not see the conversation, figuring they may have been cuddling. "Are you having sex?"
"No. Not yet."
"Not yet? But you want to have sex with him?"
"More than anything, Steph. I know I shouldn't, but I want to feel my son inside me. He has such a lovely cock and I know it's going to feel perfect inside me."
"If you're not making love, I can only imagine you're doing other things?"
"I, um, blow him every morning. A little treat before he goes off to work each day. On the weekends, I really draw it out, make love to his cock with my mouth."
"Is it really that big?"
Mum chuckled. "So much bigger than his father. He's bigger than his father in every way. Taller. Broader. He's just so... masculine. But he's also so sweet and gentle of heart. He owns me, Steph. The only reason I'm making him wait is that I want our first time to be intimate away from here. Once we get home, I know we won't be able to stop it."
Stephanie was quiet for a while before whispering, "I'm jealous. I haven't had a good dick inside me for far too long."
"Not sure I can share him, Steph..."
"I'm not suggesting that. I know he thinks I'm attractive, but his heart belongs to one woman only." There was a pause before she added, "I don't care what anyone else thinks, Sophie. You two are meant to be together. I've seen it for years now. You two are so in love, it's adorable. You constantly look at each other like two people head over heels in love."
"Do you think our parents notice?" Mum wondered.
"I reckon they do. Mum won't say anything. Dad might just have a gentle warning, but I don't think he'd interfere."
"I really want this, Steph. I'm finding it so difficult not to just lie back and guide his cock inside me for the first time. At least our holiday is next month. He won't have to wait too much longer." She chuckled when adding, "We're making love our first night there. I'm not sure who'll cum first. I'll probably enjoy such an orgasm just from feeling him sliding inside me for the first time..."
"Please tell me everything," Stephanie whispered.
"I will. I'll let Mark know that you're aware." I heard her take a deep breath. "Would you really want to be intimate with my son?"
"Only if it was okay with both of you. I wouldn't want to interfere. And to be honest, he's so in love with you, I'm not sure he even notices other women."
"He notices you, Steph. I see him watching you when you walk about. You're a beautiful woman."
It was amusing when Stephanie left that evening as I gave her far more than just the usual loose hug. I pulled her tight to my body and left a soft kiss on her lips. The look in her eyes when I pulled back, running my hands down her back to her arse, and I knew she would have felt my erection pressing into her. Biting her bottom lip, I knew she was wondering what was going on as I gazed into her eyes.
"Goodnight, Steph," I said softly, "I hope to see you again soon." Then I kissed her again, and I felt her melt into me as her fingers ended up digging into my back. When I pulled back again, she was looking rather flushed and being the sister of her mother, she had the same look of arousal as my mother did.
Watching Stephanie drive away, Mum cuddled into my side. "You heard, didn't you?"
"Didn't mean to eavesdrop..."
"It's okay. Stephanie's lonely. An awful marriage, an even worse break-up and divorce. And when she figured it out, I just couldn't lie to her."
"Considering what we do together, could you... You know..."
"Sleep with my sister or invite her to join us?"
I met her eyes and smirked. "Why not both?"
"I'm not sure my sister is wired that way. And I've never done anything either." She laughed to herself, playfully slapping my shoulder. "Trust a young man to imagine his mother and auntie being naughty together."
"Honestly, the idea of you two being together with me joining in is totally hot."
"Well, it'll remain nothing but a fantasy as this," she stated, caressing the tent in my shorts, "Belongs to me."
"Yes, Mum."
"Good boy."
Mum liked being prepared so we were mostly packed at least three days before our departure. Our passports were new as we'd never needed one before. We had plenty of spending money. We'd organised accommodation and were aware we could join tours upon our arrival. Hiring a car wouldn't be a problem. Travelling in November would make driving hazardous at times.
My maternal grandparents and Stephane joined us at the airport to see us off. After enjoying one last coffee together, there were hugs shared by everyone, Stephanie moulding her body against mine as I hugged her tightly.
"Look after your mother," she whispered into my ear, "I hope you two come back so totally in love."
"You mean that?"
"Make love to her constantly, Mark. She needs you more than anything else."
It was a long old flight. Nearly eight and half hours from Sydney to Singapore. Three-hour layover as I didn't want to be rushing through Changi Airport to make our connection. Nearly fourteen hours from Singapore to London Heathrow. Thankfully, Mum managed to get some sleep during that leg. I barely managed a couple of hours. We could have stopped in London for a couple of days but figured we might as well just complete the flights as quickly as possible, so after four hours at London Heathrow, it was another three hours to Reykjavik. By the time we arrived, I was asleep on my feet while Mum was ever so excited.
Passport control was efficient as expected and after collecting our luggage, we walked outside and found the bus that would take us from the airport to the centre of the city. The hotel we were staying in was only a short walk away. Mum chuckled as I was practically staggering after over a day with minimal sleep and the light was already fading. It was also rather cold but not as bitter as I thought it would be.
The lone receptionist at the hotel was very friendly and spoke perfect English. She smiled at us as although it was obvious that I was younger, the way Mum was cuddled into me suggested we were together. "First holiday together?" the receptionist asked.
"It is. We've been planning this for months," Mum replied.
"When did you get married?"
"We're not married just yet though I'm hoping my young man here is thinking about getting me a ring sooner rather than later."
"I think it's wonderful that you've found love together. I'm assuming there is a bit of an age gap?"
Mum laughed. "There is, but we don't care. I've found a wonderful young man to spend the rest of my life with."
I'd have participated in the conversation, but I was almost falling asleep standing up. The receptionist noticed and processed our reservation just talking to Mum about things to do in the city and all the sights to see around Iceland. Our room was on the second floor, walking into it and smiling as it was large enough to suit our needs. A queen-sized bed, a small table with chairs, and a large bathroom that had a bath that Mum suggested when we'd booked that she wanted to soak in with me keeping her company.
"Want to get a bite to eat then sleep, baby?" Mum asked, "We don't have to make love tonight. We have three weeks and the rest of our lives."
"Sorry, Mum. I just couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep."
"Don't apologise. We'll go get some food and then come back, have a shower, then we'll go to bed."
Asking the receptionist where we could get something quick and easy, and also somewhat cheap nearby, she smiled and handed us a map and spent a couple of minutes circling places we'd like. It ended up being nothing more than a burger and chips, but I knew we'd be out and about during our holiday, tasting all sorts of different foods.
Returning to our room, Mum led me to the shower, her soft hands caressing my body as she soaped me up before I returned the favour. Sliding into bed, Mum turned out the lights and snuggled against me, whispering how excited she was about our holiday before I simply fell asleep.
Waking late in the morning the next day, Mum was awake and watching me sleep, turning my head to kiss her softly. Sliding onto my body, I felt the heat of her pussy against my cock as we'd gone to bed naked, sharing one hell of a kiss as I felt her rubbing herself against my shaft.
"We'll probably be jetlagged today so I'm thinking we just take it easy," she suggested, "Though what I'd really want to do today is have my son lick my pussy for the first time."
"When?"
"Too late for breakfast so we could go out and have brunch then come back here."
After dressing, we wandered downstairs hand in hand, asking the new receptionists about tours around Iceland, not surprised we were handed a couple of booklets. Although we knew what we wanted to see and do, there were a number of different tour companies offering all sorts of tours. Most only lasted a day, and the decision was simply based on what each company offered as prices were mostly the same.
Finding a small café that sold the sort of food we'd recognise; we filled our stomachs and enjoyed a bloody good coffee before Mum practically dragged me back to our room. As soon as the door clicked shut, Mum was all over me in her eagerness to get naked. Making out while undressing was always fun, and I was now used to taking off her bra and I loved lowering her panties to reveal her pussy.
"I need you so much, baby," she whimpered as we laid back on the bed, "I need you to eat my pussy. Can you do that every day we're here?"
"Absolutely. I already love your taste, Mum. I've had my fingers in you all the time."
Lying Mum back on the bed, I knew she wanted me to give her entire body attention with my mouth, my tongue and my fingers. Kissing down to her breasts, I'd long loved her breasts and finally getting my lips around one of her nipples again had my cock throbbing with excitement. She loved the attention on her breasts while my hands caressed her thighs, her soft moans music to my ears as her hands caressed the back of my head.
"Suck my nipples, baby," she moaned, "The sensations are making my pussy throb!"
"And given how much I love my mother's pussy..."
Kissing down her body, I loved how soft her skin was as Mum had a skincare routine that she did every night without fail. I avoided her pussy though her scent tickled my nose, groaning with desire as I just knew I was going to love going down on her. She spread her legs wider as I took a few moments to just look at her pussy and marvel at how pretty it was.
"Prettiest pussy in the world, Mum," I said softly, "It's perfect."
"It'll feel even more perfect when you're inside me. I know my pussy was made for you, baby."
I think Mum nearly climaxed as soon as my tongue touched her for the first time. Though I hadn't done it before, I had certainly read up on eating pussy so simply put that into practice. I took my time as I licked up and down wherever I thought it would feel good for her and the moans she released were a guide to keep doing whatever I was doing.
Her scent was intoxicating but the taste of her was something else entirely. "I love your taste," I whispered as I continued to lick her, "I'm going to do this every day for you, Mum."
"Yes, baby," she whispered, "Mummy needs her baby to lick her pussy all the time."
"I'll come see you at work and slide under your desk."
Moving my tongue up to her clit that made its appearance, I figured out how she liked it treated and Mum couldn't hold her orgasm back any longer, crying out as her thighs tried to crush my head, her back arching slightly as I kept my mouth attached to her pussy.
"Yes, baby," she cried softly, "Don't stop. Don't stop for Mummy."
What my mother wanted, my mother got, relentless on her clit and pussy, and her next orgasm was even better once I had fingers inside her and I manipulated her special spot. Feeling her pussy squeezing my fingers tightly as she climaxed, I gazed up her body to see her looking back at me, her eyes full of lust and love for her son.
"Kiss me, baby," she stated, "I need you to kiss me."
Removing my mouth, I kept my fingers inside her as I leaned up to kiss her, chuckling when her tongue licked my chin which was dripping with her juices. Whimpering into my mouth as I finger-fucked her, I loved how her hips were moving in time as I felt her fingers grasping my cock. Lying on my back and taking Mum with me, I met her eyes and made a simple gesture with my fingers.
Spinning around, she lowered her pussy back to my mouth as I felt her lips around my cock. As horny as I was, I don't think Mum would have been all that surprised that I filled her mouth within a couple of minutes, hearing her gulping down my cum as I continued to feast on her pussy. God, it was so addictive already, I knew I would be doing this every day of my life. I was tempted to eat her arse, aware it was something a lot of people were doing nowadays, but I couldn't turn down her pussy.
Lifting herself off me, she hovered over my face as she gazed lovingly down at me. "Sit on your face, baby?" she asked.
"Get that pussy back on my mouth, Mum. I want you to pass out from all the orgasms I'm going to give you."
Lowering her pussy back to my mouth, she released a quiet sob as her fingers ran through my hair. "I love you so much, baby," she said softly, "I can't believe you made me cum so hard."
Mum didn't quite pass out, but after enjoying another couple of orgasms, she had to remove herself from my face and snuggle into me, making me laugh as she fell asleep rather quickly. Watching her sleep, I was glad she wasn't looking at me as I felt my lower lip start to tremble, needing to wipe my cheeks. My heart was so full of love for her that I thought it was about to burst in my chest.
Waking up an hour or so later, she cuddled into me before suggesting we head out to wander for the afternoon. After dressing, we wandered back to reception and the girl behind the counter was blushing. It was easy to figure out why.
"I'm sorry," Mum stated, "It's just..."
"Don't mind me. It sounded like someone was having a wonderful time."
"We're going to head out for a walk, but I believe we can organise tours with you?" I asked.
"Sure. Which one would you like to do first?"
"The Golden Circle tour first. We definitely want to visit the Blue Lagoon more than once."
"If you like, I can book the Golden Circle tour for you now. Tomorrow or the day after?"
"What do you think, Sophie?"
Mum blinked at me for a moment, not used to hearing me call her by that name. Then she smiled and leaned up to kiss me. "Whatever you think is best, baby," she stated.
"How about the day after tomorrow? We'll just wander the centre of the city tomorrow."
"Or we could just stay in bed all day and make love?" Mum whispered into my ear, not quiet enough for the girl behind the counter to hear as she immediately blushed again. "Sorry, dear. It's just new and exciting."
We didn't wander too far as it was already dark and although Reykjavik wasn't that large, we still didn't want to get lost. Mum was rather hungry after her afternoon of fun, so we found somewhere we could grab a bite to eat that wasn't overly expensive before we found a place to enjoy a drink. We were still feeling a little jetlagged, walking back to our hotel. Back in our room, Mum asked if I wanted to have a bath with her. Assuring her I'd love that, she got the water running as I slowly helped her undress, my hands running all over her body. By the time I had her naked and I ran my fingers along her pussy, she was soaking wet, turning around to face me and leaning up to kiss me.
The bath was incredibly relaxing and easily big enough to fit the pair of us and probably two more people. Leaning back against me, Mum giggled as my cock remained solid the entire time I continued to run my hands all over her body, eventually fondling her pussy enough that I gave her an orgasm. Nothing like those she'd had earlier, just enough to relax her before we got out and dried off.
Cuddling in bed, we admitted to being rather tired, and though we hadn't even been awake for twelve hours, we turned off the lights and went to sleep.
Waking at a reasonable time the next morning, Mum kept up her tradition of blowing me though I now returned the favour once she'd made me cum by lying her back and spending at least an hour getting her off over and over again. When I admitted that I was finding her pussy incredibly addictive, she actually blushed and whispered that she hoped I'd never stop doing it for her.
Having flown in from late spring weather in Australia, it was a real shock to the system as we wrapped up warm before we headed out for the day. Walking around hand in hand, we had our phones out often as we snapped plenty of pictures, Mum proved to be quite the little model as I snapped numerous pictures of her, and there was more than one selfie of the pair of us.
Lunch was a light bite as we planned on going to a restaurant that evening. Even in November, the city was clearly full of tourists, nearly everyone speaking English, and it was obvious that the native folk had good knowledge of the language. They spoke it clearly with only a slight accent. I did wonder if they thought we spoke English clearly, or if they even realised where we were from.
"I wouldn't call it romantic, but I can't wait to get out there and see some of the sights," Mum stated as we walked about, "From what I read, there's going to be a real rugged beauty to some of what we can see."
"Just remember this is a volcanic island. That's why I wanted to visit the Blue Lagoon a few times. Heard of it?"
"I did read about it. I was thinking it would be fun to make love there though I don't think there'll be an adults-only section."
Dinner was at a restaurant that offered a fantastic three-course meal. It was a set menu, but the price was fantastic as dining out in Reykjavik isn't particularly cheap. The food was fantastic, and we enjoyed a couple of drinks while eating, Mum wanted to hold my hand whenever we were not eating. The smile on her face rarely faded, and I knew the look of love on her face as she would gaze at me whenever I was talking about something on my mind.
Returning to our room after we'd stopped at a small pub for one last tipple, Mum was on her knees as soon as the door was shut as she was eager to take my cock in her mouth. Before she did, she looked up at me and smiled. "Tonight's the night, baby," she stated, "I'm going to make you cum, so you last longer making love the first time. I'm already wet as anything as it's all I've been thinking about all day though if you want to lick my pussy first..."
"Of course, Mum."
As she blew me, I stripped myself naked and Mum happily swallowed my load like she always did, After helping her get as naked as I was, we moved onto the bed as she spread her legs, giving her body plenty of attention before I ended up at her pussy, slowly bringing her to the boil before I had her practically scream out with joy as the orgasm took hold.
"Please, baby," she whimpered, "I need to feel my son inside me."
Kissing up her body until I reached her mouth, we shared a soft but incredibly passionate kiss as I felt the tip of my cock finally press where it needed to be. Mum broke the kiss as she needed to gasp as I felt her reach down to help guide my cock inside her.
"Easy, baby. Nice and slow. I haven't had anything inside me for a few years now."
Feeling the heat of my mother's pussy around my cock was almost too much, thankful she'd blown me as I reckoned that I would have cum immediately otherwise. Groaning at how hot and tight she felt, Mum slightly moved her hips as I don't think I was going fast enough for her, making sure I was kissing her as I sank more of my cock inside her.
"Oh god... Mum..."
"Yes, baby. You're inside Mummy. My son is inside me."
Looking down between us to see my entire cock inside her, our eyes met as her eyes glistened with happiness. As I started to gently move, Mum's bottom lip started to tremble as I kissed her forehead.
"I love you," I whispered, "When we get home, I'm going to buy you a ring, Mum."
"I'd love to be both your mother and your wife, baby."
Our bodies were made for each other. It took barely a couple of minutes before they were moving together perfectly, her pussy taking every inch of my cock, squeezing it constantly as I felt her legs bend at the knee and rest against my torso, fingers digging into my back as she cried out constantly, begging for my cock. Anyone who was listening in would have assumed we were rather kinky as we had no problem calling each other by our titles to each other. It turned us both on completely.
When her legs wrapped around me, I started pumping her harder. What I didn't expect was for her pussy to clench around my cock and she released such a groan, I stopped moving as I knew she was enjoying an orgasm. Her eyes closed as her body lifted up and pressed into mine before her eyes slowly opened and I saw a couple of tears trickle away.
"I came with my son inside me," she whispered, "It's never happened before..."
"I'm close too, Mum," I whispered back.
"Keep going, baby. And if you stay hard, don't stop. I love feeling you inside me like this. But I'm glad we waited."
"So am I. I love you so much, Mum."
Those last couple of minutes before I did cum, Mum kept her legs tight around my hips as she was desperate for me to cum inside her. The smile on her face as she felt my cock pumping her full of cum almost had me chuckling before we shared one hell of a kiss, her hand caressing the back of my head as I kept moving.
"Don't stop, baby," she gently ordered, resting her forehead against mine, "Best thing about making love with my twenty-year-old son..."
"Who was a virgin..."
"Were a virgin. Mummy got the greatest gift possible."
We kept making love for at least another hour before I needed to cum again. Mum was insatiable, yet when I asked if she wanted to change position, she told me that this night was about just making simple, gentle love. When I came inside her again, I needed to pull out and relax back on the bed, Mum lying next to me for a couple of minutes before she rolled onto her side to cuddle into me.
"I hope you're not done with me yet."
"Hardly. Just need to recharge the batteries."
Mum had another two loads during the night before I needed to tap out. She was tired at the same time and did admit to feeling a little tender between her legs. She was still feeling tender in the morning as she woke me up with the standard blowjob. When I went down on her after we'd showered, I was gentle as her pussy was looking rather red and puffy.
It was a fun day when we joined up with our tour. I had a feeling it was a mix of nationalities though everyone was speaking English. The Golden Circle tour took all of the day, leaving just as dawn was breaking and only returning to Reykjavik after sunset. Given it was November, the sun rose late, if it was seen at all, and disappeared quite early. Being a bitterly cold day, we'd wrapped ourselves up nice and warm. We bought good jackets with a thick fleece inline. Thick gloves and socks. Our hats kept our heads warm. Mum looked adorable with her red cheeks and nose as she was really feeling the cold by the end of the day.
After dinner and a drink at a different bar, we walked hand in hand back to our room, stopping at reception to book a trip to the Blue Lagoon for the day after next.
Back in our room, Mum was eager to get naked, and after a very short session of foreplay, she had me lie back as I had the delight of watching my mother straddle my lap before slowly sinking down my cock.
"Oh fuck yes!" she cried out, her hands on my chest as she started to grind on my cock, "Oh fuck, baby. Your cock is just perfect for me. I made you, baby. That's why you fit my pussy like a glove."
"Reckon all mothers should be riding their sons like this?"
"Yes!" Mum whimpered as I knew she was close already. She'd been aroused most of the day.
Mum enjoyed more than one orgasm while riding me, my hands all over her body, particularly her breasts, making me smile as she leaned forward so I could practically suckle at her. That just made her orgasm again as she was taking pleasure from more than one place, and when I started to tickle her rosebud with one of my fingers, she kissed me hard and whispered that she would one day love to feel me inside her bottom.
She spent most of the night riding me before ending up on her back, begging me to fuck her hard. Unlike the night before, I did exactly what she wanted, her legs ending up bent over my upper arms with her pussy completely exposed as I fucked her harder and harder.
"That's it, baby," she growled, "Fuck your mother. That's your pussy, baby. It's always been your pussy. Own me, baby. Fill my pussy all the time with your cum. You're going to be fucking your mother nearly every day going forward. And when I'm not capable, that's what my mouth and arse are for."
By the time we were snuggling later, Mum was giggling to herself, complaining about having a sore pussy again before she whispered how wonderful she was feeling. I was feeling rather good about life myself, tightening my arms around her as she sighed happily.
The Blue Lagoon was fantastic, Mum not going with a bikini, but the two-piece swimsuit showed off her curves as I was just wearing a pair of swim shorts. We spent nearly the entire day there, loving the geothermal waters, buying the occasional drink from the bar and simply having a great time together. We knew we'd definitely return for a visit a couple of times before we were to leave for home.
After another tour that took us all along the south coast a couple of days later, providing some spectacular views, we organised to hire a car, the hotel we were staying at was aware that we would be away for a couple of nights and happy to keep our room reserved.
Mum was happy for me to drive after we'd picked up the car. It was unusual sitting on the left side of the vehicle, thankful the car was an automatic as I hadn't driven a manual back in Sydney. Our first stop was the town of Hofn. The town wasn't anything special, but it was a great place to base ourselves, taking in some of the spectacular nature on offer.
The hotel we stayed in was quite small, and Mum joked about keeping our night-time activities to a minimum. When I said we'd just have to jam her panties into her mouth instead, the look of desire that overcame her face had me feeling rather aroused in return.
It wasn't a real problem in the end as a day of hiking, taking in numerous natural wonders, left both of us exhausted so by the time we fell into bed that evening, making love was the furthest thing from our minds. Didn't stop the usual morning oral sex the next day, and we left with smiles on our faces for the next stop of Egilsstaðir.
Our stop there was brief before we turned west on the Ring Road and stopped in Akureyri for a day. I would have loved a stop in the town of Húsavik further north for whale watching but it was the wrong time of year. Akureyri was a prettier town than I expected, but it was the surrounding scenery as usual that kept my mother and I captivated. Staying in a hotel in the centre of the town, Mum was eager to make love the first night of our arrival though it ended up with us bursting into laughter as the bedsprings were noisy and the headboard ended up smacking the wall with every thrust that I made.
"I'd love to stay here," Mum whispered as she cuddled into me during our second and last night in Akureyri, "I don't mean in this town, I just mean in Iceland. No-one knows us. We could live as husband and wife."
"But we'd be the other side of the world from our family and friends."
"I know. I don't know if I could do it. But to be with you, baby... To be with you without having to worry about anyone knowing..."
"Except Stephanie..."
Mum's hand stroking my chest came to a stop before she giggled. "Oh, I remember that you heard our conversation. I was surprised she was so supportive."
"Maybe she would be interested, Mum..."
"She's the only person on this earth that I'd ever let you be with. But she's my sister and I love her dearly. And after her divorce, I hate knowing she feels so lonely."
After Akureyri, we continued west on the Ring Road though turned north for the town of Ísafjörður, far to the north-west of the country in the Westfjords region. The town itself didn't hold much interest but we did organise to go out on a tour the day we were there. The guesthouse we stayed in was warm and welcoming, the room was enormous, the bed was comfortable, and Mum and I took advantage of that by making love for a couple of hours each night.
Returning to Reykjavik and the same hotel, the receptionist was the same that had booked us in when we arrived, smiling brightly as she handed the keys back to us.
"How did you find your trip?" she wondered.
"It was fantastic," I replied.
Mum cuddled into me, resting a hand on my chest. "I'm going to have to thank my boyfriend for bringing me here with him," she said.
"If you don't mind me asking..."
"I'm thirty-eight, he's twenty. And as to who I am, well, I'm the best friend of his mother."
"Oh my... What does she think of your romance?"
"She definitely approves," Mum replied, "Hell, I think she was a little jealous because he's her son and, well, look at him." I felt myself blushing as Mum kissed my cheek. "All I know is that he's made me the happiest woman in Australia," she added softly.
After our little trip around Iceland, we had no real plans except to see the Northern Lights. The receptionist told us that every place of accommodation would receive word if the phenomenon would occur that evening. The main thing that would prevent it from being viewed would be cloud cover, and given the weather in Iceland in November, we knew there was a chance we might miss it. Signing up for a tour, we were given information on where we would be taken and at what time, and that we would be contacted during the day by message to let us know if we would be taken out.
It took five more days, but we were relaxing back in our room after making love when there was a knock at the door. Putting on one of the fluffy robes, I answered the door to see the same receptionist that we seemed to see all the time. She immediately blushed as I'm sure the smell of sex was obvious.
"Just letting you know that they're confident it'll happen tonight. Just get to the pick-up point at around six tonight and they'll take you out to the airfield."
"Thank you for the information and the help."
"You're very welcome."
Mum was ever so excited as we boarded the bus that evening. It was packed full of tourists desperate as I'm sure most came to Iceland at this time of year to see the Northern Lights, and I reckoned plenty of them went home disappointed. The bus took us out to a long-abandoned air force base, which was perfect as I'd never experienced darkness like it. And with the cloud cover minimal at best, the night sky was full of stars that we'd probably never seen before.
"It's beautiful, Mark," Mum whispered as she cuddled into me.
And yes, we did see the Northern Lights that night. Mum cried when seeing it.
By the time we left Iceland, it would have been obvious to anyone who saw us together that we were head over heels in love with each other. Mum could barely keep her hands off me, and I know how I looked at her most of the time.
It was a long flight home via the same route that we'd taken to Iceland. Thankfully, I managed to get some sleep on the London to Singapore leg, and then a snooze on the flight to Sydney. Stephanie was there to greet us as we walked into the Arrivals Hall. She was ever so excited to see us, hugging my mother tightly before she hugged me.
Driving us home, she was full of questions about the trip, Mum snuggling against me in the backseat, not shy in her obvious affection for me.
"Did you make love?" Stephanie asked.
"Nearly every single night while we were there," Mum replied, "It was wonderful, Stephanie. My son is now my lover."
"And how do you feel, Mark?" she asked me.
"I was a virgin, Steph... And I don't plan on sleeping with another woman in my life."
"Except you, Steph," Mum stated, feeling her move her hand down to my groin, "I know you're a little lonely and I was left wondering..."
Stephanie met my eyes in the rearview mirror. "Only if it's a threesome with my gorgeous sister. I don't mean we have sex as well, but I can't be with him alone. He belongs to you."
"Let's park this idea for now," I suggested, "I want to focus on my mother for the time being."
Mum liked the sound of that, and after Stephanie had dropped us off, staying long enough to have a cup of coffee with us before departing, Mum dragged me to the bedroom as she was ever so eager to have my cock back inside her again.
Falling asleep in my arms an hour or so later, I yawned and stayed awake for a little while longer, my mind busy thinking about what the future was going to bring us.
*****
Epilogue
It didn't stay a secret forever. Stephanie knew, of course. My maternal grandparents eventually figured it out. To our surprise, I won't say they completely approved, but they understood why my mother and I were so close, asking that when we were in their presence, we acted appropriately, but they were not going to interfere in our relationship. As for my paternal grandparents, they didn't figure it out and I hated lying to them. When we sat them down and explained, my Nanna simply smiled at us.
"Found yourself a good man, Sophie. I know he's going to treat you right. Better than our son," she stated.
I bought Mum a ring and 'proposed' to her six months after our return to Iceland. We both wore rings as a sign of our commitment to each other. I had moved all my things into her bedroom the week of our return home, and even though we do have visitors often, there was no keeping my old room as a sign I still lived separately. After six months together, we figured if people figured it out, good for them. We were not going to be shy in our love and affection for each other.
It's been a year since Iceland now and I'm sitting back with my mother on the couch. The television is off and we're sitting in comfortable silence.
"She'll be here in a minute, Mark. Are you sure you're up to this?"
"I know what you've offered me, Mum."
"My sister will give you at least one child, and she wants a baby too. And I'm going to consider it my grandchild as it'll be born from my son. I'll just ignore that it's going to be my sister giving birth."
"If at any time you're unsure, Mum..."
"I love my sister, and I'm in love with my son. I want this for the three of us."
We fell silent again before there was a knock at the door. Mum rose with me, holding my hand, as we walked together to the front door and opened it. Stephanie stood alone and smiled at me.
"Hello, Stephanie," I stated, "You look beautiful."
"Thank you, Mark."
"Want to come in and get comfortable first?"
"Mark... I'm going to be blunt. I really need you tonight and many nights going forward."
"That's exactly why you're here," my mother stated, "My sister needs a good man. And there's no better man than my son."
Offering my hand, Stephanie didn't hesitate in taking it, Mum taking her other hand as we led her inside, closing the door behind us.
It would be a night that would likely change our lives and I could only hope it would be for the better.