With no warning, she leaned forward and I felt a warm, moist sensation cloak my manhood and my mouth involuntarily fell open. Her heavy breasts lay on my abdomen as she began bobbing her head up and down. All the way up and dancing her tongue on my crown, then sucking all the way down until her lips were at my base. She increased her tempo with inspiration as loud slurping noises that filled the room. The feeling was overwhelming to the point that the periphery of my vision began to close and it looked as though I was looking through a tunnel. I began moving my fingers between her slick, inner walls with a renewed vigor that seemed to energize her own movements.
Here I was with the most bawdy view of my friend’s mother, and although I could not see her face, her actions had me on the edge of consciousness.
In a burst of passion I grabbed her hips and smashed my face to her sex lips with force and began sucking and tonguing her folds with abandon. She paused halfway through one of her descents, and she let out an “Uuuhhhuuuuhhh!” in a voice I had never heard from her before. Then after realizing that my relentless attack was not to cease, I heard her utter, “Oh my God” in a low, solemn tone.
She tried to pry one of my hands from her hip and failed… “Oh my God” — again in a slightly urgent voice. Then she reached her hand over her backside and pushed my forehead away until the contact had been broken. She removed herself from her exposed position and stepped onto the floor where she promptly removed her panties. When the moonlight hit her face, I could see that she was deeply flushed and a light sheen of sweat adorned her face and upper chest. Without making eye contact, she knelt back onto the bed and straddled my hips, facing me, and grabbing a hold of my rigid, glistening member she guided it to her opening then placed both hands on my chest as she lowered her ample bottom down until I was completely engulfed.
The sensation of her damp heat enveloping my aching probe led to an unexpected “Ooohhh” come out of my mouth. She smiled at me with a knowing, motherly smile and her sweaty, pink face glowed. She did not move. And I stared in awe at her wide hips curving inward at the waist, around to her marvelous breasts — while loose strands of hair clung to her sweaty neck. She leaned forward and engaged my mouth with hers in a slow kiss as her breasts rest across my chest, with her protruding nipples pressing out from their centers.
My arousal began to peak and I breached her lips with my tongue and explored the inside of her mouth. With that, she raised her hips from mine, drawing her hot sex along the length of my shaft to its tip, then lowering herself on me, impaling herself once again. She continued this motion with sensual, methodical precision. I grabbed her hips and drove hard into her several times and she moaned in my mouth. Then as I stopped to catch my breath, she resumed her deliberate assault on my staff.
I knew I could not take much more of this treatment, and after three more descents I felt my desire concentrated into a dull ache that emerged in my groin.