She raised her head, and looked me in the eye. I was astonished to see the look of unbridled lust on her face. With her glassy eyes, her flared nostrils, and her flushed, puffy lips, mom looked like she wanted nothing more than to throw me down on the floor and fuck me like an animal.
“Do my pits smell Mom?”
“You smell… like a fucking man. And you taste… like a motherfucking stud!” With that, mom rolled up my tank top – exposing my entire chest and abdomen. She blew her cool breath upon my perspiring pecs – paying special attention to my small dark nipples. “See?” she said, “your nipples get hard just like mine!”
“You’ve always been good at getting me hard, Mom.”
“Ha-ha… very funny Mister!” She lowered her head down my abdomen, blowing onto my ribs, my glistening abs and my belly button. Lower still she went, now kneeling on the floor in front of me, her head level with my pelvis. Mom tugged on the elastic waistband of my shorts – pulling it down, until it rested just above the base of my cock – and exposing my thick crop of dark pubic hair. “I knew you weren’t wearing any underwear!” said Mom, as she began blowing strong streams of cool breath into my steamy thatch of pubes.
She worked her way down my right leg and then back up toward my crotch. Then, my wonderful Mother pulled open the leg of my shorts, put her mouth to the opening and blew her sweet breath directly onto my overheated balls. I laughed and squirmed and shivered with the sensations she was inducing. Mom then positioned herself directly in front of my hard-on which was extended more or less horizontally to the left. She looked up at me, licked her lips deliberately, and began blowing slowly up and down the length of my shaft. Her mouth was so close to my cock – it actually felt as if she was licking me. She took her time, and paid much attention to the head – hitting it from various angles and with various intensities.
Seeing my beautiful Mother’s face like that – so close to my now rock-hard cock – poised in a position which I had so often imagined her in – it flipped a switch in my brain and I threw caution to the wind. Mom may have had a problem with orgasming with her son – but I sure as hell had no such qualms. I wanted my Mom’s mouth around my cock, and I wanted to blow a tremendous load all over that gorgeous face. With one hand I pulled my elastic waistband out and with the other hand I reached in to grasp my member and bring it forth.
But Mom, quickly surmising my intent, stood up abruptly and gave me a light peck on the cheek. “Sorry, Baby, Let’s not get too carried away. That was a lot of fun, but it’s time to get back to work!” Feeling dejected, I stuffed my johnson back down the front of my shorts, tip pointing toward the floor, reflecting my downcast mood. Mom, seeing this, made a sympathetic little pout with her lips and said, “C’mon Champ, I think I might know something that will lift your spirits… embarrassing photos of your old… I mean – ‘ageless’ Mom.”
Standing on her tip-toes, Mom reached for a uniquely patterned cardboard box on the upper shelf. Just barely able to reach it with her fingertips, Mom began to slide the wide, flat box out from underneath another box which rested on top of it. But as the box she pulled cleared the shelf, and began to angle down, inevitably, the box on top began to slide off – on a downward trajectory toward my Mom’s head. Seeing this, I stepped in quickly close behind mom, reaching up and steadying the menacing box. “My hero!” gasped Mom, playfully. “What am I ever going to do without my faithful protector?”
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