I sat up, and eyeing her nervously, I started to pull her tee shirt down off of her shoulders. She eyed me back and nodded her consent. As the fabric slid off her shoulders I could see more and more of my mother’s body. I finally got to see what I had been fantasizing about for so many months, and she was a goddess.
The long lines of her torso, the fullness of her breast, filled me with wonton desire. I took her in my arms and we both reclined down on the bed. I was kissing one tit as I caressed the other. They were warm, soft and yet still firm.
I ran little ringlets around her nipple with both my finger and my tongue. She must have liked it because she arched her back and moaned.
“If it gets too weird for you baby, just pretend I’m Olivia,” she said in a tone that I couldn’t decide whether it was maternal love or wanton desire.
Oh it was weird, but I wasn’t pretending she was Olivia, though I must admit in the past, I’ve pretended that Olivia was my mom.
As I sucked on her tit, I looked down her long body, past her flat stomach to her shorts, which were so tight they were like a second skin. I could easily see her pubic mound straining against the fabric. I took a glance up to her face, but she had her eyes closed, so I glanced back down toward her crotch.
My hand followed my vision as it came down to the promised land of my mother’s pussy. Without hesitating, my hand slid under the waistband, over just a touch of hair at the top of her pubic mound, and then into her.
“Easy Baby!” She whispered urgently.
“Sorry. Am I going too fast?” I asked looking up at her pretty face again.
“No baby. Not too fast. I’m just not wet enough for you yet.”
“Sorry,” I apologized again.
“It’s okay. Try it again, but slower.”
Obediently, I slipped my finger into her crack slowly digging deeper and deeper until I found her wetness.
“Mmmmffff,” she sighed.
I finger fucked her, trying to get my finger as deep as I could into her, and then I attempted to find her clit. I followed the line of her slit until I found her little button: it was aroused and angry.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she sighed silently. She was enjoying it, and I was enjoying doing it for her. She started to rock her hips as I flicked at her clit. She then grabbed my face with her hands, brought it up to her own, and kissed me.
It was a deep passionate kiss and I felt her soft, full lips press firmly against mine.
“Do you like kissing me baby?”
“Yeah mom, you have really soft lips.”
“Does Olivia have soft lips?”
“Not like yours.”
She then stuck her tongue deep in my mouth, and it occurred to me that I was making out with my own mom. This act was more intimate, more satisfying than sucking on her tit or fingering her.
“And my tongue in your mouth, that’s good, right?”
“Yeah mom, that’s really good.”
She then rolled on top of me, and she continued to kiss me, I felt her hands slowly pushing my shorts and boxers down my legs. And suddenly, my cock was free and sensitive to the touch, and as she grabbed for it, it jumped slightly.
“Hold on a second. Let me get something for you,” she said, got up quickly, and pulling her shirt back on, she was out of my bedroom door. In less than two minutes she was back, as my cock stood waiting stiffly for her.