I took her other tit in my hand and felt the velvety flesh as I sucked. The tip of the big nipple became erect and even I knew that it meant that mom liked what I was doing. The tip of the nipple in my mouth felt rubbery and a little bumpy. The areola around it was smooth and puffy. It felt velvety on my tongue. I drew hard on it, almost in expectation that it would once more release sweet milk into my mouth. Mom moaned as I sucked.
I stopped for a moment and said, “I like the way you taste and feel mom,” She smiled at me.
She said, “And I like the way you make me feel.” She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hand over my chest, breathing harder all the time. When she took off her top and undid her bra, her tits came down only a bit on her chest, but the ends still had a upturned angle that made them look more like the tits of a woman in her twenties rather than one in her thirties.
Mom took charge. She unbuckled my pants and then her skirt. She still had her heels, stockings, and panties on and I was down to my shorts. I looked between her legs and saw her mound but her panties weren’t sheer enough for me to see her pussy. I sat there waiting to do whatever she wanted to do next. She wanted to kiss.
We kissed and I fondled her breasts as we did, because she had already let me do that. I was reluctant to touch her pussy until she gave me permission. It was surreal. Our relationship had gone from ordinary to extraordinary in only hours. I said ‘We kissed,’ but you have to understand what those two words were doing to me. This was my mother’s tongue in my mouth. Her lips moved on mine hungrily and we were almost devouring each other.
The way mom kissed me made me feel as if it was a sexual kiss and a loving kiss at the same time. And for the first time I felt as if I would have a lover. My mother’s kisses were promising me that. My hard-on was straining and after the longest time I felt her hand caress my cock. She broke the kiss to say, “You really want me, don’t you baby?” It sounded more like she was surprised than asking me a question.
I said, “Of course I want you mom, how could I not want a beautiful woman like you?”
She said, “And you’re sure it doesn’t bother you that I’m your mom.”
I said, “Does it look as if it’s bothering me mom?” I pointed to my bulge. Mom pulled the waistband down exposing the full length of my hard-on.
She said, “No baby…no my beautiful, big, hard, baby.” She pulled my shorts off and took the shaft in her hand. It was so stiff it was practically pointing up at me. She bent over and as her mouth approached the thick head, I could feel her fingers on my balls. Her warm lips encircled the plum and mom’s wet mouth and tongue began their work. I’d been sucked by a few girls, but I’d never come while they did it. It sounds crazy but it wasn’t that big a deal with those girls. I don’t mean it didn’t feel good, but I wasn’t out of control.
Being in my mother’s mouth was a different story. The fact that it was mom who was sucking me certainly had a lot to do with it, but it was also how she was doing it. Her hands and mouth and lips and tongue all seemed to be stimulating me at once. If she hadn’t stopped after a few minutes, I wouldn’t have stood a chance at any kind of control.