He stood up like a dreamer and then knelt before me. Then with all of his piety and devotion he kissed the part of me that was just in front of him- my stomach.
‘Shall I put on the bra, under skirt and gown,’ I asked.
‘Wait, please wait,’ he whispered as if in a church.
‘Then let me do my hair and eye lashes,’ I moved to the table. He reclined on the bed close by watching me with his love laden eyes. If I bend a little he would get a glimpse of my hairy pussy. I did so occasionally to taunt him and I did it so very innocently. After a while he was running his soft gentle fingers up and down my thighs.
‘You are entering un charted areas,’ I commented with affected indifference and continued with my work.
Emboldened, his hand inched further upwards. I was getting positively wet. I was dying to get his fingers right into the core of my being. Shortly I realized that he was wiping out the wetness with his finger and eating it. My pussy was burning and reeking with a longing to have his finger inside me. No, he was intruding only up to the threshold and going back with his nutritious booty. I was tortured by a sweet pain of waiting. At that true moment I made up my mind to take the decisive step from which there is no turning back.
I turned around. My eyes were lust laden and motherly reason had altogether faded away.
‘Enough of this torture dear, I must do something for both of us, this restraint is killing us,’ I declared for both of us and lifted the shirt a few inches. He lay there transfixed glued to my glistening pussy. Gently and tenderly I sat on his eager face, in no time our lips were latched, my vertical lips and his horizontal lips. It was an epochal moment. Tears of joy appeared in the eyes of millions of stars arrayed up there to witness the holy union. On the tremblingly expectant blades of grass heavens sprinkled tiny sparkling globules of holy water. With a few soft test jabs with his magical tongue I came into his mouth shuddering. It was a miraculous moment, the universe had shrunk into our clamped lips.
Relaxing in the afterglow of the first climax, I stretched on the bed quite relaxed, offering myself absolutely to my child. He very carefully, without disturbing me, opened my shirt and for the first time watched my boobs fully disclosed.
‘Oh my goddess, my adorable goddess,’ he murmured cajoling them with his gifted hands. His magic fingers were all over them, they were followed by his lips and tongue. They rained excruciating pleasure on me from armpit to armpit.
‘I have rehearsed this moment many times over. I am familiar with every cuticle of your armpit,’ he whispered. I encouraged him running my hands over his thick hair. I was going through a curious metamorphosis. My entire body became hyper sensitive to his touché and streaks of shooting pleasure rippled past me. As I had witnessed once, his mouth was making love to my erect and elongated nipple. It had stiffened and swelled out as though it was going to burst out. The sensation thereof was ineffable. Sweeping pleasure rippled through me. His well lubricated mouth was performing wonders on my long neglected nipple. Impatiently I pushed his mouth to the other nipple which had been protesting. Immediately his hands and fingers were active on the deserted boob. His hands softly and reverently massaged the shining cone and brought the extreme sensations to the apex.