“Slow down, Mom. We have all night,” I reminded her.
“I just need it!” she near-screamed before jumping back onto it.
“Mom, look.” She did. “Take your time. We have all night, okay?” She smiled, nodded, then began a slow, arduous rhythm that she finally accepted. “Oh, wow, Mom. That feels really good,” and it did. She was taking my entire length into her mouth. I could feel it stretching her esophagus as it hit the back of her throat. “Keep sucking it just like that.”
She experimented with different techniques, and I had no problem with any of them. This was her night. I wanted her to enjoy it.
I reached out and felt her pussy. It was really soft and thick with cum. I began massaging her clit and she moaned again as another large orgasm swept over her. I could feel her legs quivering as I continued to rub on her. There was no need for me to penetrate her with my fingers as her clit was hyper-sensitive; she was still cumming at regular intervals and more so, it seemed, with my gentle touch. I paused shortly after that, though, for that familiar feeling began to well within my testicles. “Oh, Mom,” I whispered. “You’re going to make me cum.” She continued on, building speed just a little, and not long after I was filling her mouth with my seed.
Mom began to cry, but I offered no words of encouragement as I knew these to be tears of purest joy. She finally came off my cock and kissed me full on the mouth. “Johnny, that was the most wonderful thing I have ever experienced,” then she was back at devouring my cock.
I said, “If you really want to experience something magical, move your legs over.” She did, and we were in a sixty-nine. Yes, I was in a sixty-nine with my seventy-three-year-old mother and it was pure bliss for me as much as it was for her. We serviced one another well. She slowly sucked my cock while I slowly sucked her clit, breaking every thirty seconds or so to lap up the sweet, creamery cum that spilled from her pussy. We kept at it for another thirty minutes until I got my second orgasm. Mom was so worn out from the fifty or so that she had that when she climbed up next to me, she was asleep almost immediately. I wrapped an arm around her and fell asleep sometime later.
The following morning, I awoke first. I thought I’d give Mom a surprise wake-up, and I moved down, spread her ass cheeks, and began slowly licking her butthole. Even in her sleep it must have felt good, for she kept poking her ass out more and more so that my tongue could access her deepest regions. She finally awoke with a jerk and said, “Johnny? Wh-What are you doing?” I said nothing. I grabbed her by the hips and moved her onto her belly before drawing her ass up to me, them I completely immersed my face into it. “Oh, fuck!” Mom whispered. That was the first time I ever heard her cuss. Seriously. It emboldened me, though, and I spent the next fifteen minutes eating her ass for her. I slid a thumb into her and worked it in and out dangerously fast. Mom came like a wildcat. I got up behind her and entered her pussy doggie style, banging her hard and fast and deep. I swear, the groans and moans were like something from some movie about possession. I finally rammed myself in to the hilt and plastered her pussy with cum. When I was done, Mom rose up, wrapped an arm around my neck, bent her head back, kissed me, and said, “Now, that’s the kind of morning wake-up call I could get used to.”