I licked and sucked her pussy lips, running my tongue along her gash before slipping it deep into her. I heard her moan and she started to gyrate her hips. I sought out her clitoris and gently sucked it before using my tongue to flick it then lick it hard and softly. She was moaning all the time now and I was intent on teasing her but she had other ideas. She began to fuck my face really hard as she gripped my head with both hands and demanded that I lick her. She kept sliding her pussy over my face using my nose and chin to get her off until she went rigid and with an ‘Oh God!’ she came hard, her juices gushing into my face and mouth. My mother is a squirter I thought as her orgasm continued.
Eventually she raised herself and climbed off and collapsed onto the bed beside me. I waited to see what she would do next but then she said, ‘go to your room, we’ll talk tomorrow!’
With that I gathered my clothes and submissively walked back to my room for another fitful sleep but not before I masturbated to the thought of my mother cumming over my face.
In the morning she had left me a note on the kitchen table reminding me it was her birthday the next day. A special birthday. Her fiftieth birthday!
I walked into town and bought her a card. Being short of cash all I could afford was a bouquet of flowers to be delivered in the morning..
At dinner we discussed her birthday and she said that she had booked a table for the two of us at a French restaurant in town and arranged a taxi for us. She told me it was her treat for being ‘a good little boy!’ After we’d tidied up and watched a film on the television I said goodnight. It was as I was about to go upstairs that she told me she expected breakfast in bed at eight.
The next morning I knocked on her bedroom door and took in a tray laden with a croissant dripping with butter, a bowl of fruit, a glass of orange and a flute of chilled Prosecco plus my birthday card to her.
She was sitting up in bed wearing a short low cut black almost see through nightie. I couldn’t stop staring at her nipples as I gently placed the tray on her lap.
‘Oh darling, how thoughtful. Could you be a dear and pop up in twenty minutes to take away the tray please?’
Of course I agreed and had a quick shower before dressing and going back for the tray.
I took it from her and was about to leave when she said, ‘Just put it over there on the table by the window for the time being. I want my birthday present first!’
As she said that she peeled back the sheets on the bed and hiked up her nightie over her hips to reveal a clean shaven and wet pussy.
‘Come on Henry, give Mummy a nice big orgasm for her birthday. Get your your head between my thighs and eat me!’
I knelt up onto the bed and splayed myself on the bed with my face at her wet pussy. I was getting rather good at this and in no time she was holding onto my hair pulling my face deeper onto her.
‘Oh fuck!’ she cried as once again she squirted all over my face and into my mouth. ‘Drink it Henry, drink Mummy’s juices,’ she moaned as she came in floods.