“You smell so good, Honey.” she said softly. Then she rubbed her cheek against it. “It’s so warm on my face.”
“Thank you, Mommy.” My hands were just holding onto her head now as she moved her face back and forth against my cock.
Then I felt her tongue on the tip, tasting my precum. She hummed approval. She licked the tip again and again, like a cat and milk. My mind was lost in the sensations she was giving me. Then she opened her mouth and took the tip inside.
“Oh God! Mommy!” I softly cried out. I couldn’t help it anymore. She sucked on the tip, nursing on me. Then she took more and more of me in her mouth, and I was pulled into another whole world. Her warm, wet mouth swallowed me, tasted me. Her head bobbed back and forth on my cock, going down to the root, her nose being tickled by my pubic hair, then coming back up to the tip, up and down, up and down, up and down. My hands were still on her head. Not guiding but holding on, holding on for dear life. I didn’t last long with all of the delicious foreplay and fingering from earlier. I swelled inside her mouth.
“Momma! Momma! Momma!” I gasped out as my orgasm was pulled from the center of my being. “I’m gonna cum, Momma! I’m gonna cum!” I shouted. She kept her mouth on me and continued to suck and suck and suck.
“Momma! Oh, Momma! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I growled out, holding her head as I came in her mouth, gasping. She took my essence in her loving mouth. I came and came and came. So much flooded her mouth. My Momma was so good to me, I heard little swallowing noises as she took my seed into her belly. I filled her tummy.
I fell back to Earth once I was drained, and Momma let my spent cock slip from her lips.
“That was nice wasn’t it, Honey?” she said, getting up off the cushion of the coffee table. I glanced down at her pelvis and was rewarded with the view of her lovely hairy pussy. Then she reached for her panties and pulled them up, hiding her center from me. Then repeated the motion with her sweatpants, hiding her panties from me.
“Nice?” I said, dumbfounded in post orgasmic bliss. Then regained my thoughts. “Yes Momma, it was very nice. Thank you.” I said politely.
“You’re welcome, dear.” she said, standing up, and reaching behind her to rehook her bra. I stared at her breasts as they wiggled so slightly in the confines of her bra. “And thank you for the massage. Can you hand me my shirt.”
Snapping back into reality I looked down for her shirt. “Uh, yeah!” I found it and handed it to her. “Here you go.”
“Thank you, Honey.” She tugged her shirt over her head and breasts. “Get yourself proper, I’ll make some dinner.” She said.
I looked down at myself and wondered how my pants got down to my knees. What just happened? Did all of that just happen? To me?
Mom walked into the kitchen and I shuffled my legs from under the couch and pulled my sweatpants up. I think I was in shock. I got up and headed to my room. I saw that the stereo was still on, sometime during the massage the record stopped. I didn’t even notice Dolly had stopped singing. I turned off the stereo and went into my room.