I moved a bit closer and concentrated my stream directly onto her clit. I could tell that she was heading straight toward orgasm, and by God I wanted to take her all the way there. “Unnnggnnn,” she groaned. “Oh fuck… oh fuck Baby, oh fuck… okay that’s enough – that’s enough!” She pushed my head away gently and stood up fully. I stood up as well.
“What’s the matter Mom – are you okay?”
“Yeah… yeah I’m fine, I just felt very light headed all of a sudden. Must be this damn heat!”
“Mom… you were about to have an orgasm – weren’t you?”
After a good pause, she replied simply, “Yes.”
“So why won’t you let yourself cum!? You know I would love to do that for you! You wouldn’t need to be embarrassed. It’s a beautiful thing, Mom.”
“You are right Baby… it absolutely is… a beautiful thing. And you are such a beautiful man.” She caressed my cheek lovingly, looking deeply into my eyes. “But I just don’t think I can cross that line with you. I’m sorry, Honey.”
“Okay Mom. I get it. No problem – I understand.”
“Oh thank you Honey, I love you so much.” She raised up and kissed me generously on the lips. “Now, are you ready for me to blow… ON… you?” She smiled.
“Blow away M’Lady. Blow away.”
6.
I leaned back against the shelves behind me and she pressed her body against mine. Her tits against my belly, my cock against her loins. Mom may not have been ready to cross the line of orgasming with her son – but enigmatically, she had no problem with ridiculously inappropriate physical contact. Not that I minded of course.
She started on my neck, close to my ear – blowing softly, sweetly – her cool breath against my overheated skin. Down one side of my neck, and up the other, she went. When her lips were next to my ear, Mom whispered, “Honey… I think you will be… a phenomenal lover… to some very… very fortunate… young ladies up at college.”
“Thanks Mom.” That’s all I could think to say – though I wanted to tell her that she was the only ‘lady’ I was interested in – that I wanted to be her lover – today, tomorrow and forever. But I knew that’s not what she wanted to hear at the moment, and I didn’t want to break the mood.
Mom continued blowing her cool breath across my shoulders, and she lifted and stretched my arms into a Christ-like pose. Looking at me with a devilish gleam in her eye, she said, “Now it’s my turn.” She blew a strong stream of breath into my armpit, and buried her face against my hairy flesh – stroking my pit with a strong circular motion of her tongue. Down and up and down my armpit she went until I had to exclaim, “Oh my god Mom – that feels awesome, this is so crazy, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Hey – you started it, Big Guy,” she smiled, and moved over to my other armpit. Now she raised my arm above my head – for better access and lowered her mouth to my skin. I think she forgot about the blowing air – because she just started licking and sucking my sweaty flesh. Yes, I said ‘sucking’ – she was literally sucking, kissing, swirling her tongue all over my smelly, hairy armpit.
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