Closing her eyes, she answered with a grin appearing over her pretty face. “Because I am your mother.”
He leaned into her ear. “I’m a motherfucker. What can I say? Guilty as charged.”
His hands were massaging the sensitive underside of Mag’s breasts, while he bent his knees and jabbed his firm member upward, almost entering his 43-year old parent.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, thinking he was going to take her from behind like he did most weekends. After their individual bedrooms, the kitchen was the next room in which the most illicit sex took place in. She started panting.
“Are, are you going to fuck me?”
“Nah. Not now,” he said, knowing that his manual and pelvic motions were exciting her. “Right now, I want breakfast.”
Somewhat disappointed, she asked “What do you want to eat?”
Again he leaned into her ear. “You!”
He quickly backed away and placed his left hand on her left leg and his other hand on her other leg. He adjusted her left leg so that it was steady and away from the counter. He lifted her right leg, and placed it on the counter top so that she was in an inverted L position.
“Aaahhh, Richie!” she swooned.
Mag stood in a ballet-stretch pose, her butt-cheeks spread and now fully exposed thanks to the jersey being raised above her waist. Richie sat down on the floor and raised his head between her vagina and the counter. He mischievously grinned at the sumptuous display of MILF pussy. The kitchen light did a noteworthy job of highlighting the small patch of fluffy, well-trimmed pubic hair. The pink labia were spread before him like the ‘meal’ it was. The fleshy petals already had a dewy appearance and seem to beckon him. His nose detected a heady combo of her sexual aroma and vanilla. It was her body wash, and his favorite one.
Nothing like Mom’s pussy when it is clean and wet!
Ritchie craned his neck upward into her crotch and stuck his tongue out.
A shiver ran down her spine and a raspy “Ahhh!” was released by Mag as her son’s tongue lapped at her twat, giving it a long, luxurious upward stroke. The flat of his tongue glided over the cuntal lips and skimmed over the awakened clit. His taste buds instantly enjoyed her tangy flavor.
Her hips bounced upward, then rolled and squirmed.
“Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed.
The young Adonis gave two more slow laps to the thrilled muff. Mag’s hips repeated their bounce, roll, and squirm. He brought his hands up to her buttocks to steady them. Then his mouth covered her most private opening, and sucked on the moist, distended lips. Gently he bit and suckled them, then used his tongue to skim across their wrinkled skin.
“Ahhhhh!” swooned the blonde beauty as the skimming changed direction, Richie now drawing circles on her meaty folds.
The circular pleasure continued for several more seconds. Richie stopped, briefly lost in her fragrance. The smell of his mother’s aroused cunt excited him immensely. He could hear her labored breathing, and feel her generous butt heaving in his palms. The next sound he heard was Mag scream…right after he stuck his stiffened tongue directly into the humid crevice.