“My Baby,” she whispered, stepping up forcing my legs apart with her knees as she moved closer. I was astounded as I sat afraid to move. Afraid to do anything that would break the wonder of this moment. My mother’s teats were now right in front of my face, her big bloated nipples a hair’s breadth from my trembling lips. Then the left swollen nub brushed across my lips as my mother rolled her shoulders ever so slightly and leaned in closer.
Like a nursing baby, I opened my mouth and let the springy bulb slip between my lips. Taking the resilient flesh between my teeth, I gently nipped it as I began to softly suck. As I did, I felt my mother’s fingers curl around the back of my head and pulled me towards her while pressing her bosom against my face, squashing it flat as I nursed on the supple bud.
“Chet . . .” I heard her whisper as I cautiously brushed my fingers over the soft, smooth skin of her thigh, just above the inner surface of her knee. Continuing to softly suckle and caress her nipple with my tongue, I let my fingers slowly crawl up the tender smooth skin of her inner thigh working my digits higher and higher. I’d never experienced such excitement. My pounding heart was about to beat out of my chest. I could barely breathe.
Time seemed to stop as I inched my hand closer and closer to her center of pleasure. Then, just a couple of inches below my intended target, I felt my mother’s legs brush against mine forcing them farther apart as she spread herself open for my inquisitive fingers.
But just as I touched my goal there was loud thumping on the old roof as the first big raindrop slammed down in a deluge.
We both jumped at the unexpected crashing noise which make mom’s spit-drenched nipple pop out of my mouth and sending my fingers slithering against the wet stickiness between her legs.
“Oh, God,” I heard her gasp as she thrust her hips forward and mashed her breast back against my face. Like a baby trying to find its mother’s milk, I searched with my lips until I once again found the swollen protrusion.
As I sucked and teased her nipple, I gently probed the weeping softness between her legs. This was fucking unbelievable. My mom! I was feeling her up, trying to find her pussy with my fingers. Exploring with my fingers into the giving softness, I felt her flesh as two of them slip up inside the clinging warmth of her vagina.
“Ohhhhhhhhh! Goddddd . . .” I heard her softly groan as she shoved her spongy orb against my face and I felt her pussy squeeze down around my digging fingers. I shoved them in deeper, all the way up to the last knuckles. Then I slowly pulled them back and softly thrust them up back inside.
“Oh, yessssss, Baby—” I heard Mother whimper as her sharp fingernails dug into the back of my head pushing my face against her soft cushiony chest. Outside the rain was continuing in earnest, beating down with a din which surrounded us, cloaking us in a secret world.
Just then as a particularly-loud peal of thunder shook the office, Mother leaned back away from me pulling her slippery nipple out of my mouth and reaching down to push my fingers out of her pussy.