“Yummy,” she stated.
“Holy shit! That’s…”
“Hot?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Broken record, right?”
“You think I’m both hot and attractive, Andrew. I’m not going to complain.”
Chapter 3
Once I started the new job, we fell into a routine. We always had breakfast together before heading to work. We didn’t work in the same department because, as I’d expected, I was going to spend some time doing boring odd-jobs. I didn’t let it get me down though. Mum always came to grab me and we enjoyed lunch together, ensuring we joined other people so we didn’t look… weird. The days were long but we always left together, and I always made sure I helped with the cooking duties once we got home, including preparing lunches the next day.
In addition to the ‘normal’ aspects of our daily lives, we continued to experiment with other, taking our time. We hadn’t had intercourse yet. I know I wanted to. I know she wanted to. But there was no rush. That’s not to say we weren’t doing other things though. We were doing plenty.
I’d discovered that my mother was, like me, a complete exhibitionist. She had no problem undressing in front of me, coming into my room completely naked if she wanted something, while I must have spent most nights in her room watching her masturbate. It wasn’t long until I was starting to help out, first with my hands but I was desperate to taste her. It wasn’t something we planned. We didn’t plan anything. It would happen if it did, but Mum was in the moment and I leapt at the opportunity. She certainly didn’t stop me. In fact, I felt her hand on the back of my head and she pushed her cunt into my face. It didn’t take long for her to have a shuddering orgasm. Once her body had stopped quivering, she dragged me in for a kiss, not shocking me at all considering my mouth and chin was coated with her juices, before she asked “Who taught you how to eat pussy?”
“I got some practice in with others before I gave the best to you, Mum.”
“You’re such a sweetie.”
“Always the best for you, Mum.”
“Give me a few minutes to recover and, if you want, you can do it again.”
“I’d eat you out all night if you asked.”
That was the green light to me spending plenty of nights with my head between her legs. I’m not going to gloat about how many times I made her orgasm but there were some long nights where I left her an exhausted, sweaty mess by the time we were ready for bed. Not just in bed, either. I’d occasionally surprise her around the house, coming up from behind and wrapping her in a hug. Sometimes, it was just a hug, mother to son. Sometimes, I had other intentions which she realised, particularly if my erection pressed into her.
Another thing I learned is that Mum loved to suck my cock. She knew about my sexual partners and she said, apart from the man who provided the sperm for my birth, her list of partners was… small. When I asked, her reason was simple. “I was far too busy, either at school, university or at work, and then I was raising you at the same time.” I’d had other experienced ladies go down on me so Mum was content to admit her lack of experience giving head was perhaps unusual for someone her age. But I knew what I liked and she had no problem listening to my suggestions. It didn’t take long until she could make me cum within minutes of swallowing my cock, though she appeared to enjoy taking a load on her tits or stomach. “I’m used to it after those first few times,” she stated.