Mom protested again, but the tone of her voice was telling me something quite different from the words. There was a need, expressed by the huskiness of her voice, a need for cock. It seemed mom was always ready and always horny. I kissed her neck again and moved my other hand between her legs. Mom groaned softly as I pressed my hand against her pussy and rubbed it back and forth. Even through the multiple layers of cloth, I could feel the damp heat of her aroused sex. She was too far gone to stop me. Despite her continued protests, she placed her feet a little wider apart, giving be better access to her pussy.
I kept kissing and nibbling her neck and hiked up the front of her dress at the same time. It wasn’t long before I reached the hem and I let my hand slide down the front of her panties. Her arousal was undeniable; her lips and clit were already swollen with need and moist from her juices. I reached down into her wetness and with my now slick finger I made circular motions around her sensitive little clit.
Mom groaned again and really pushed her ass against my erection. Her body was begging for penetration, but I wasn’t going to give in just yet. The last time I made that mistake, it resulted in me getting slapped in the face. It was a lesson I learned the hard way, and I hadn’t forgotten it. I pushed two fingers into her hole and moved them in and out while I simultaneously rubbed her clit with my thumb. With one hand on her breasts, one on her pussy, my lips in her neck and my hardon between her butt cheeks, mom was being attacking her from four sides, and finally she submitted. Less than a minute later, I felt her body tense up and then she groaned softly between her clenched teeth. She did her best to stay quiet, but it was hard to miss her orgasm. The moment she came, her dripping pussy gushed around my fingers, soaking her panties with a hot flood of juice.
While mom was still a little wobbly on her feet, I turned her around, so we were face to face. She looked at me with lust burning in her eyes. I pressed my lips against hers and she kissed me hungrily and ferociously. She was almost ready. While I kept kissing her, I first untied her apron and then began to work on her dress. I soon had loosened the upper row of buttons and then freed her milky white globes from their scarlet cloth prison. I kissed my way down mom’s throat and collar and then latched on to the swollen tips. I sucked her nipples and kissed her breasts and then tore open the last couple of buttons of her dress and let the flimsy garment fall from her shoulders.
My mother was now naked, except for a pair of burgundy silk and lace panties and the high heels on her feet. I kneeled in front of her, grabbed the sodden pair of panties with both hands and pulled them down, past her knees and let them drop on the floor as well. She stepped out of the pile of clothes at her feet, and as I looked up, I was once more staring directly at her beautiful bald pussy. I kissed her smooth mound and tickled her clitoral hood with the tip of my tongue.