I sucked the remaining two toes, before moving to the other foot and replicating the attention.
Mom moaned a few times and more than once breathed contentedly, “That feels so nice, Hannah!”
Once I’d lavished an equal amount of attention on all ten toes, I began to explore my way slowly up her leg with tender kisses and caresses.
I figured she might protest, but she didn’t.
So I kept advancing my kisses and touches upwards slowly, up to her knee, to her thigh, her breathing now getting heavier.
This was turning her on, and not in any minor way.
Just as I appeared to be about to kiss and caress her pussy, and I hoped by this time she wanted me to, I moved to the ankle of the other leg and replicated my slow, methodical teasing until I arrived back between her legs.
I moved my hands to her thong and urged, “Lift up, Mom. This thong of yours is really wet.”
Even as she obeyed, lifting her ass up in the air, she protested weakly, “Sweetheart, we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Doing what, Mom?” I asked, innocently, as I pulled her thong down the legs she also conveniently lifted up for
me, her body already surrendering to me, her mind just lagging behind a bit.
“This,” was all she could say, waving her hands vaguely, as I tossed her thong aside and told her, “Mom, it’s obvious that you’re horny. I want to help.”
Before she could respond, I moved my fingers to her wet pussy, her lips literally glistening with expectation, and slid two of them in.
“Hannah!” she gasped and moaned simultaneously… yet again she didn’t move away.
“Mom, your pussy is so wet and needy,” I said, “Let me help you out. I want to do this for you.”
I pumped my fingers in and out of her, hoping this pleasure assault would override her common sense and propriety.
“Oh God… Hannah… this is… oh fuck… please… we mustn’t… Oh fuck…” she babbled. I think she was trying to tell me to stop, but was unable to get much more than a word or a moan out at a time. Soon the moan count was surpassing the word count about two to one.
Sensing she was already very close to an orgasm and deciding it was now or never, I buried my face in her pussy and began licking.
“Hannah! Oh, Hannah, no!,” she moaned, as my tongue made contact, although again she didn’t move a muscle to push me away… no, she shocked me this time… my Mom actually lifted up her ass, grabbed the back of my head and with all her strength pulled me deeper inside her!
“Oh, Hannah, yes!”
Her scent was strong… her pussy was wet and tasty.
Her pussy was undoubtedly the sweetest I’d ever tasted in my limited experience of nine, but it was also unlike any other… except mine. Like mother, like daughter.
She was so wet… her taste so addicting… tart and tangy like the creation of the perfect fruit… the forbidden fruit.
I didn’t want her to come too quickly, I wanted this momentous experience to last as long as possible, so I pulled my very wet fingers out of her and focused on pleasuring her with my tongue.
“Hannah, oh God,” she moaned, letting go of my head. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to Mommy.”