“I got fixed when you were 5, so you can fill my tight little pussy up,” she said, as she leaned one hand on my chest and began playing with her clit with the other.
“Oh god,” I replied, feeling myself getting closer.
“Or if you want to, in the future, you can cum in my mouth. Or you can fuck my tits and cum in between them. Or even just pull out and paint a nice pretty picture all over my ass, or my tummy, or even my face if you like. I don’t care where. I’ll lick it up, or I’ll swallow it all, or I’ll love taking it deep inside of me and feeling it run down out of my hot wet cunt!” And with that, I felt her clamp down hard and shake as she screamed a forceful, panting, grunting release. The sight of that, along with her sudden clamp and flooding all over my cock and balls, made me lose the very last little bit of control, and grunted at near the top of my lungs as I felt what was perhaps the most forceful orgasm I’d ever had in my life rush through my body, my cock exploding hard inside of her. She screamed harder, seeming to climb even higher, shaking with a nearly complete loss of control, collapsing forward on to me.
I put my arm around her, as we both panted, nearly out of breath. Our hips were still moving slowly, enjoying the moment, our combined secretions keeping us well-lubed. She leaned forward and kissed me lustfully, giggling slightly. “Holy shit,” she intoned, still laughing lowly.
“You took the words outta my mouth.”
“We’re definitely doing that again.” She laid on top of me, as we touched lightly and lingered our hands over each other. The moment was a pure, luxurious, amazing afterglow. Eventually, I softened to the point of slipping out, and she whimpered slightly. She moved halfway off and to my side, playing with my chest.
“I can feel you slowly dripping out of me. It’s so fucking hot.”
“Does your pussy always taste that good?” I asked. It seriously was better than any I had licked up until that point
“I suppose. Lots of guys have commented on it. I don’t do any crazy feminine hygiene routine or anything, I just keep myself clean.”
We paused, touching some more, as I slowly played with her hair. “So…” I began.
“So…” she mirrored.
“No regrets?”
“My only regret will be if we don’t do this again. A lot.”
“Wow.”
“Not what you were expecting to hear out of dear old mommy’s mouth?”
“No Brenda, it isn’t,” I replied, leaning in to kiss her. We locked lips and gently explored each other’s tongues for a few languid moments.
“Good,” she replied. “Get in the shower. You’re a total mess, and I want you clean. I’ll be right behind you.”
I smiled at her, got up, and trudged into the bathroom, where I soaped up and scrubbed my body clean. She passed me getting out, pausing for another passionate kiss before getting in.
We met back in the kitchen, and sat down, pouring another drink as we talked things out. We both were naked, hair still wet from the shower. I felt comfortable, like I had nothing to worry about or hide. Mom spoke about how we needed to keep this in a compartment of its own, not getting affectionate in public beyond what we already did. How we were both free to date people and how we should do so if we wanted to. We should be open about jealousy, and any of our feelings with each other.