She had been sitting on the side of my bed, and even as I was tweaking her nipple with my tongue, she lifted herself up a fraction and pulled back the bedcovers. I felt her tugging at my pyjama cord, and then dragging down my pyjama bottoms. My mouth left her breast and I lay back in the bed. I think I expected her to begin to touch my penis, fondle it or something, or maybe even lay on top of me. But what happened next left me surprised and shocked. Her left hand took hold of my rock hard cock and stood it upright, then she bent down, and her mouth opened wide and entirely engulfed my penis. As I watched my not insubstantial cock disappear entirely, I confess for one brief moment I thought she was going to bite it off!
Then her lips and tongue embraced me gently in a soft velvet purse, and her mouth rippled and flowed and massaged my penis, and firecrackers stared to go off in my head. I’d never felt anything like it in my life. It was smooth and soft: it was gentle and loving: it was warm and caring. It felt like she making love to my penis with her tongue (which of course she was), but the words ‘making love’ suddenly meant something different. I guess before they’d always meant ‘sex’, and ‘sex’ had always meant a sort of lustful rush to climax. But this was so different. There was no rush here, no hurried journey to some pre-destined place, no mountain-top that had to be reached. I guess it’s hard to explain in words. (If you’ve been there you know what I mean, if not, then go there!). She was loving me with her mouth, what else can I say.
As I lay there, taking in an entirely new set of feelings and experiences, my growing desire was not just to get more of the same (and make this go on forever), but to try and give back some of what was being freely given to me. I thought I loved my mother, but now I wanted to learn how to make love to her.
But then the sheer lustful pleasure of what she was doing to my cock overtook everything else, and I knew I was going to cum again. I tried to warn her, to pull back and away. “I’m cumming mummy,” I whispered, assuming she would lift her head and stop. But she didn’t. Instead her head pushed down forcing me deeper into her mouth, and at the same time she sucked harder and rougher at my cock. With a moan of infinite pleasure I thrust my bottom upwards and ejaculated deep in her mouth.
She gobbled and sucked at my penis swallowing as much of my fluid as she could. Then she lifted her head and smiled at me. I watched in awe and fascination as dribbles of white string leaked from the corners of her mouth and hung down like baubles on a Christmas tree. She lifted back bits of dripping cum with her fingers and returned them back into her mouth. I was stunned, shocked even, as I watched her avidly devouring my semen. I think that was my first real lesson of what it was like to be with a mature sexually liberated women. After rubbing her face clean with an arm of her dressing gown, mother took my hand and pulled me up out of bed. “This bed is too small,” she said softly. Then she led me across the hall into her bedroom.