The way Mom was shaking her head as she looked at the floor told me she couldn’t believe it either. I helped her up before she could do too much thinking.
The dark green satin pajama bottoms had an even darker ring about the diameter of a softball on her crotch. Mom’s pussy had soaked through.
A light green ribbon strung around the waist held the bottoms up. Mom had drawn it tight and tied a neat bow to keep it secure. I took hold of one of the loose ends. Mom’s hand, more forcefully than before, stopped me.
“No. I mean it. That’s enough for tonight.”
“You just said I have a talented tongue, Mom.”
Her hand struggled to take mine away from the drawstring.
“So what if I did?”
“You also taught me a new word. Remember?” Her hand got tighter on mine, blocking my untying effort.
“What word?”
I leaned forward, and into her ear whispered, “Cunnilingus.”
“Oh my God…” she whispered back.
Her hand went still, weakened, and fell away from mine. I slowly, excruciatingly slowly, pulled the bow apart. Then I snuggled my thumbs into her waistband and pulled it wide.
When I let go of the bottoms, the slick and loose satin slithered past Mom’s slim hips and muscular butt all the way to the floor, pooling around her ankles.
Mom stepped out of them, and I hugged her close, gliding my hands down her back and then cupping her butt cheeks.
A mother and son, together, completely naked. And, as important, a man and a woman, nature readying their bodies for each other.
“Come on, Mom. I’m going to make you cum now.” I led her to the bed. I pulled back the spread, blanket, and sheet just like at the motel.
Mom lay down and I joined her on the same bed she had slept with Dad in every night for twenty years. But tonight there was another man with his naked wife. There was another man who was about to satisfy her. That man was his son.
I kissed Mom on the lips, then her neck. I worked down to her breasts and kneaded them and sucked each one. Lower I went, kissing her stomach, tickling her navel with my tongue. Then lower.
My lips brushed the first flimsy red curls of her pussy hair. With my lips, I clamped some and gave a little pull. I pushed Mom’s thighs wide and traced the whole outline of that red pubic triangle with my tongue.
I had sampled Mom’s pussy when I tasted her panties, but nothing had prepared me for the potent fragrances of her gushing pussy. They were deliciously overpowering-overwhelming my senses with lust and delight.
“This is the first time,” Mom gasped. “The first time… Eric… are you sure you want to do this to your own mother?”
I answered by laying the flat of my tongue over her vaginal opening and dragging it roughly upward along her slit, opening her labia to my mouth.
“AAAAHHHH!” she grunted in one large blast from her lungs. Mom thrust her hips up, supporting both herself and my face and head about a foot off the mattress. After about 10 seconds she relaxed back down. I repeated the movement again and again, drinking in all the copious fluids that flowed out of that dark opening.