As her cunt lowered close to my mouth I held out my tongue and licked the length of her slot.
Sue whimpered in ecstasy as I explored her sex minutely before pushing my tongue deep inside her.
Her lips smelled of shower gel and Chanel Number 5 perfume. They tasted fresh and clean with a faint hint of vinegar.
Two wedding gifts?
The thrill of licking my mother’s cunt pushed me into realms of dreamy fantasy.
Helping me, she arched up and down so I could lick from her Brazilian bush to the rosebud of her immaculately clean bottom.
It felt unbelievably sexy and erotic to lick my mother’s ass.
Licking my mother’s ass!
I wanted to scream the news to the world. Now obsessed with her rosebud I tried to push my tongue into her, but the strong muscles resisted my violation. With the tip of my tongue I felt the fine ridges around the rim of her sphincter, craving to know every part of her. Again she moaned with pleasure then rocked backwards, taking her ass from me but bringing her cunt back to my lips.
No I understood, two wedding gifts. The two precious places on her body that she had once given willingly to my Dad, she had now given to me, her second husband.
I lay there, looking up at the most sensual sight my imagination could conjure up was surreal: Silken white stockings, intricately woven white silk suspender belt, her perfectly trimmed Brazilian velvet bush, her small mound, the glorious moulded lips of her cunt and the tight pink rosebud of her ass, the smell of her perfume and body. Beauty beyond belief.
My mind screamed for me to run my hands up her stockings and caress the fastens and straps of her white lace suspenders.
The head of my prick throbbed and was radiating acute sexual sensitivity and energy, like a nuclear reactor.
But before I got too carried away she stood up, stepped back and, kneeling down with one leg either side of me, lowered herself onto my rigid prick.
It felt sensational as the lips of her pussy closed tightly around my cockhead, then lowered down the shaft until she had taken the whole of my cock, my bush caressing her shaved mound.
I had opened my first gift.
Sue sighed with pleasure as we finally committed that single act that many people believe is so wicked.
Incest.
My mother had fucked me.
I felt wild with pleasure and began to move, once again she held her fingers up for me to be still and not speak.
With me buried deep inside her she paused to look at me.
Looking up at her from the bed she looked incredible, her white push-up bra revealing the brown of her nipples and perfect globes of her breasts. Her lips shone with wet-look lipstick and her makeup was so perfect. She was my bride, my wife, my life partner.
Then she began to rock slowly back and forth, gradually lengthening her thrusts until the head of my prick touched the lips of her slit.
Her skilful gyrations began to send me wild but all the time she kept fixed eye contact with me.
In, out, in out, sometimes lifting her pelvis. In and out.
I desperately wanted to reach out and cup her breasts but knew instinctively this is how she wanted to consummate our marriage, seal our fate together.