Before, the thought of incest would have never crossed her mind. I was sure of that. She would have been repulsed by it. Now, it was something she wanted to engage in as part of her newfound confidence.
I couldn’t refuse. It was something she needed. Something she wanted. I wanted it too.
The words fumbled out of my mouth. “If you’re serious, then…umm…I guess, but it’s up to you.”
She smiled, “Don’t be nervous. I know you’ve had sex before. So please don’t feel uncomfortable discussing this with me.”
“Okay.”
“In order to create a fair and binding contract, you would have to know what you’re bargaining for. I’ve made a firm offer. Now you’re going to have to understand what you’re accepting. Does that make sense?”
Even in a sexual setting, my mother was still speaking like a legal professional. Being an intellectual-minded person was part of her identity. And that only made things extra hot (at least for me).
“That makes perfect sense.”
She took a few steps towards me. I was still laying back on the lounge chair and I had no clue what to expect.
The burning question was answered when my mother pulled her bottom down. Then she removed her bikini bottom. I was in a state of utter shock, but in contrast, my mother couldn’t have looked any calmer. Her cleanly shaven vagina was on full display.
“Don’t move,” she said. “You’re in the perfect position.”
As I laid on the lounge chair, my bottomless mother came towards me. She spread her legs, showed her flexibility, and continued to step over the lounge chair I was sitting on.
The lounge chair was low. And there were no arm rests. So it wasn’t too difficult to do. But the sight was incredible. In order for my mother to stand over my lounge chair, and stand just above me, she had to spread her legs to its fullest extent. And I was able to see everything.
She continued moving forward until her bare vagina was mere inches away from my face.
“What do you think?” she asked.
Before I could answer, she used her fingers to pull her labia apart, giving me a clear view of her clitoris and vaginal opening. Her brown labia was spread wide. Her clit looked engorged. Her insides were pink and wet. She was spread so wide, I could see the deep hole. There was no doubt that she was incredibly aroused. It looked like an inviting pussy that craved attention.
“It looks gorgeous,” I managed to say.
“So, our deal. What do you think? Are you willing to accept? If you do, you’re bound to secrecy. Forever. No one can ever know.”
I was about to reply. In a surreal moment, my mother sensed that my answer was going to be ‘yes,’ and so she put her finger on my lips, stopping me.
She continued, “Don’t say it. Accept it by performance.”
And then she moved her hips forward.
Her open pussy was an inch from my face. I saw every line, detail, and drip of moisture on her pussy. This was something she craved.
I leaned forward and gave it a lick. A big lick. Her body tensed. She moaned. Her legs slightly trembled. Then I gave her an even bigger lick. Her body reacted once again.