I didn’t understand the question and answered with one of my own. “How could I stop loving you?”
“I don’t know honey…maybe you would think it was wrong that your mother took you in her mouth…and…I guess I’m just wondering myself what kind of mother I am.”
“Mom, you’re the kind of mother with the most beautiful tits in the world.”
She laughed and said, “Be serious.”
I stroked her hair and said, “You’re the kind of mother that makes her son proud…the kind that loves her son so much she’d let him come in her mouth.”
“I do love you” she said, “But I think I was more a horny mother that wanted you in her mouth for herself.”
“That’s even better mom…the best part of it was that it was you…my sweet mother’s mouth.” I touched her lips and they parted. “You’re the one I’ve always wanted to have…since the first time I started thinking about it…thinking about your beautiful breasts…and what it would like to be in your pussy…” I touched the wet lips between her legs and she closed her eyes. “Do you know something mom? The first time I came, I was thinking about you.”
“Is that true honey? Me? I never thought…” Even though I had just been in her mouth, she seemed embarrassed at the thought and I could see her face redden a bit. She kissed me deeply and then put her head back on my chest and started asking herself questions as if she was talking to me. “Honey, can this work between us? Could you love me…and want to be with me…like a woman…not just as your mother?” I gave her the answers I hoped she wanted to hear.
She laid her hand over my cock and the erection that was building sprang stiffly. She stroked it smoothly as she talked. “You’re hard for your mamma aren’t you baby…hard for me…you do want me don’t you honey…like I want you?” She straddled me and eased herself onto my cock guiding it up between her wet lips. Her pussy felt moist and I penetrated into her channel as she lowered herself until she was completely impaled. A smile lit her face as she reveled in the feelings that my cock caused when she moved her hips around.
Her breasts looked enormous hanging toward my face as she leaned forward. I gathered as much of the flesh as I could in both hands and she said, “Do you like your mommy’s tit’s baby…do they feel good? Do you like fucking your Connie?” I answered the questions that we both knew needed no answers.
I brought one of her big tits to my mouth and began sucking on the nipple. Her sounds were intense. We all vary in sensitivity I guess; mom seemed to be in the group on the extreme edge. Each tug on her nipple elicited a groan as she began raising and lowering herself on my cock. I let her swollen nipple out of mouth and she sat up to more fluidly move on the cock that impaled her.
As she spoke it all came out as statements rather than questions. “OH sweetheart…it is good isn’t it…good to be in your momma’s pussy…so I can show you how much I want you…how much I love you…you know that don’t you baby…don’t you…that your momma’s going to do everything for you…everything to make you happy?” She rode me harder as she said, “And your cock is for me…to be inside me…in my mouth and in my pussy…yes in momma’s pussy…in momma’s pussy.” Her talk was exciting both of us.