“Thank God, I thought I’d killed you, you weren’t breathing.” She was unable to speak, as she was still not as she should be. “Are you ok now Mum?”
“Huh hu.” Still breathing deeply.
Eventually she got herself back to normal, and when she did I looked at her, she was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, her hair everywhere. Of the carefully applied make up only about a half of it was still on her face, the rest streaked, on her hands and arms, or on my pillow.
I saw a look of fear in her eyes, as she croaked, “what the fuck did you do to me, you took me to a place that I’ve never been before. Your Dad and I had a pretty good sex life for years, but there was nothing ever like that. This woman of yours must be something out of this world.”
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I sat there feeling proud of myself, I’d done something for her that Dad had never been able to do.
Again her eyes bored holes into me, and then with all the emotion that her body could muster, spat out, “FUCK!!!”
I was in shock, the worst that I’d ever heard her say was shit, under her breath. I’d ignored the first time that she’d used it but this time was so blatant, that I was shocked.
Smiling broadly she said, “it seems that the first casualty of our new relationship has become the purity of my mouth, but sometimes you need a word to describe your innermost feelings, and fuck just about covers it right now. Actually when I’m with the girls at work we swear worse that the men do, and in my thoughts as well I’m just as bad. I just wanted your Father to respect me, which seems like a lost cause now anyway.”
She moved into my arms for a moment, holding me as tightly as she could. Eventually, she raised her head from my chest asking me, “do you want the light off too when you take me?”
“No way, I want it on, I want to make you come again, but this time I want to see your face as you do.”
She stroked the side of my face, as I slid down her body only slowing for a brief moment to worship her breasts before continuing over her stomach, in my haste to sample her taste. My brief encounter with her underwear after the movie night had only wetted my appetite for the real thing, and I wasn’t disappointed.
She was coated in a thick layer of mucus, not only her opening, but all around her pubic area, along her thighs, and then running down until it reached the sheet. Her hair was matted and flattened against her stomach and thighs.
For the first time now I allowed myself to fully savour not only the aroma, but the taste of her. Her hand had moved to the back of my head, as she gently stroked my hair.
Jane loved me to eat her, as most women do, and mum was no exception to that. Her hips told a story of their own. She was ready again, after several intense minutes of stimulation.
I was in heaven, like most young men of my age I’ve used my mouth to stimulate women to the point that most of them had found it enjoyable. But this was different, this was my Mother. I raised my head and took in the most wonderful sight that any boy could possibly see. That sacred place from which I’d entered this world. I drank in the view as I ran my fingers lightly across her lips, before putting both index fingers inside, opening and holding them wide apart.
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