Then, my tongue found that tiny, sensitive bud Mom had pointed out weeks ago: her clitoris.
“Oohhh! That’s it! That’s it!” Mom said in a tiny voice.
“Do you want me to suck on it, Mom?”
“Oh, Eric, yes. Suck Mommy’s clitoris.”
I did. Not hard. Not yet. I rolled my tongue around it, exploring its size and hardness.
“I can’t believe it… I can’t believe it!” she chanted. Her head turned from side to side, shaking her red hair against the white pillow.
“I’m going to make you cum now, Mom.”
“Oh yes! I need to cum. Please! Please make me cum.”
I fastened my lips around Mom’s clitoris, my face framed by her thick red pubic curls, and I sucked accompanied with a rhythmic swirling of my tongue teasing it with pressure from varying angles.
“Ooohhhh! Oooohhhh!” Mom panted over and over.
Her hips began to make thrusts upward, feeding her pussy, her clit into my mouth with more and more force. Her speed increased and her hands came to the back of my head and pushed my face hard against her mound.
Then, it happened:
“YES! YES! OH GOD! OH GOD! YESSS!” Mom’s yells filled the whole house.
And she collapsed, motionless. I detached myself and climbed up to hold her. She was limp and still when I sneaked an arm under her head and pulled her spent body close to me. She responded by turning slightly and draping one of her long legs over mine.
Mom’s breath became regular, and she opened her eyes to look into mine. “I’ve never, never, never-EVER felt anything like that. I didn’t even imagine anyone could feel THAT.”
She put her lips on mine, and this time it was her insistent tongue that worked it’s way into a long, slow, and patient French kiss. I tasted me in her mouth, and she most likely tasted herself. Our individual fluids had been ingested by each other and were on their way to being incorporated in each others’ bodies.
Our kiss broke, and I said, “I want to fuck you, Mom.”
“No,” she said with a playful smile.
“No? Don’t you want to feel my cock inside you again?” I took her hand and guided it to my again-hard penis. “Don’t you remember how it felt?”
“Eric, part of my the problem I faced these weeks-ever since that night in the motel-is that I CAN’T forget how it felt. Every day, every hour, I remembered it. Every time I saw you, I remembered it. Every night when I lie here alone and empty in this bed, I remembered it. And that memory left a void. A void I never thought would be filled ever again.”
“So why are you saying ‘No?'”
“You said “I want to fuck you!'”
Mom pushed me on my back and sat up. “Your father was very unimaginative, and the only position he ever used was ‘missionary.’ I begged him to let me be on top, but he never did. Remember, my screen name was LilRedRyder. Now, you’re not going to fuck ME; I’m going to fuck YOU! And my li’l red thing is going to ride you until we both cum!”
“Oh, Mom, come fuck me! Come ride your son’s cock!”
Mom straddled me and fitted my cock to her waiting and eager hole. “It’s sooo thick. Sooo long. You’re going to fill Mommy up again.”
Mom patiently sat down and retreated an inch at a time until I was fully embedded in her. Mom’s hands were on the mattress next to my shoulders, the angle of her body giving my mouth access to her hanging breasts. I sucked one, then the other.