I didn’t wait a moment longer. I moved my face between her legs and touched my tongue to the bottom of her pink slit. Her body jerked just a little at the touch, then relaxed. I slowly and lightly moved my tongue from the bottom of her lips up to the top, pausing on her clit. She was dripping wet and tasted even better than I imagined.
I stopped for a second to take in what was happening when I heard, “Don’t stop, Matty. Please don’t stop.”
Armed with the permission I needed, I dove back in with my tongue, alternating between long slow drags and quick twirls on her clit. Her body tensed and thrashed with each different touch of my tongue.
In a moment of daring, I focused the tip of my tongue on her clit, while I slid a finger into her warm, wet entrance. She jerked back and forth as my finger entered, exited and entered her again. After a few minutes of this, her legs tensed around my head and she shuttered with an orgasm that nearly broke my neck.
Remembering that past girlfriends were typically super sensitive to touch after a big orgasm, I simply laid between my mother’s legs, my head resting on her stomach.
After a minute, I heard a whisper in the dark. “More.”
With those words, I perked up and began kissing my way up her stomach, moving her t-shirt up her body as I went. When I reached her breasts, the shirt caught on her hard nipples. She pulled the t-shirt off the rest of the way, while I hovered above her breasts. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and rolled it on my tongue. I sucked and nibbled it gently, while I squeezed her other breast. She cooed with joy, whispering “yes, yes” into the air.
As I began to kiss my way up towards her neck, her legs coiled up so that her feet were at my waist. Her toes looped around the waistband of my boxers so that as I moved up her body more, they simultaneously pulled down my boxers. In a light-hearted moment, the head of my rock-hard cock caught on the waistband, stopping the removal of the boxers cold. We looked at each other and laughed.
I now hovered directly over her, face to face. She reached her hand down between our bodies, gently wrapped it around my throbbing cock, and whispered, “I want this inside of me now.”
Something about those words both exhilarated me and frightened me. I asked if she was sure, and she nodded her head.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m on the pill.”
I knew this was true, since she told me years earlier that, unlike many other women, it helped her keep her period less uncomfortable.
I reached down and guided the head of my cock to the slick entrance of her pussy. She jumped a bit at the touch, but then spread her legs a bit more to allow me easier access. I pushed myself into her just about two inches and stopped. I looked down at her and she bit her lower lip. I then pulled out a tiny bit and pushed a little further in. Within three more of these movements, I was all the way inside of her.
Mom let out a muffled scream when I was fully inside her, but it was a scream of pleasure, not pain. I leaned in and kissed her deeply on the lips as I began to move into her over and over again. Her body moved perfectly with mine, her hands clawing at my back as I drove into her incredible pussy. I couldn’t believe we were doing something so taboo, but that only made me want it more.