And then we kissed… for many long minutes… like lovers. Like the lovers we definitely had become.
Finally my beautiful mother backed away before giving me one more gentle kiss and looking tenderly into my eyes. She whispered, “My darling, I can’t believe we just did that.”
“You needed comforting, dearest,” I replied, my hand gently caressing her tits.
“But now you’ll need therapy,” she joked.
I laughed, “No, now I have my own live-in human alarm clock and life is good.”
“You want Mommy to wake you up every morning by eating that yummy cunt of yours?” she asked.
“Breakfast in bed,” I joked.
She laughed, “I may never leave,” as she moved back between my legs and offered, “I think I still owe you one more orgasm.”
I watched as she buried her face between my legs and began licking.
I wrapped my nylon-clad legs around her, wondering what tomorrow would bring as I moaned, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mommy.”
Mom laughed, between licks, “This is way better than overpriced roses.”
“And it won’t wilt in a few days,” I retorted, before adding, “because you’ll be enjoying this bouquet for years to come.
“And now it’s time to get you to come,” she said, burying her face in my wetness and licking like the hungry lesbian I’d just helped her to become.
The end