I got up and stood before her. I took in this vision. Her legs were splayed apart. The lips of her vagina were engorged and open like a flower. Her lubricant gleamed on her upper thighs and her matted pubic hair. She slowly ran her hands down her slight belly then up, over her tits, to her neck. She gazed at me with a smile of sinful satisfaction. I pulled off my tee shirt then my boxers. My cock was fully erect. It slapped against my stomach in lewd need. I knelt on the floor between my mother’s legs. I slid my hands under her ass cheeks and pulled her pussy to the edge of the couch. We locked eyes as I bent my face to one thigh and began a languorous journey of kissing and nibbling my way to her pussy. My tongue cleaned her thighs of her sexual discharge. As I approached her petals, she tried to protest. She felt self-conscience over her messy state. I was hearing none of it.
My tongue split her labia at the bottom. I slowly drew it up until I reached her fat clitoris. I twirled slowly around it several times then traveled back down to the bottom of her opening. I completed this circuit again and again, each trip spending more time on her clit. I switched the twirling with fluttering then combined the two. I started to read her reactions. I became in tune with her sexual responses. Soon my conscience actions were taken over by instinct. I lost tract of time and presence. I was in a world of pulsations and rhythm. It was a beautiful thing. Yet before I knew it, my mother’s shouts of ecstasy brought me back to the world. Her hips were bucking up and down. I was having a difficult time keeping my mouth where it needed to be in order to see her orgasm through to completion. Thankfully, she didn’t throw me. She then alighted gently back to Earth after soaring through the heavens of love and pleasure. I mercifully left her throbbing flower to rest and lovingly kissed my way up her body. I made it to her cheek, giving it a soft peck. I asked if she was alright. She made a vague grunting sound that I took as an affirmative.
I lifted her spent body and carried her upstairs. I laid her on their king size bed. I thought perhaps she was done for the night but as I turned to go, she reached her hand out and softly called me to her. She spread her legs apart to indicate my place. I kneeled before her, my rod bobbing with my every heartbeat. I lowered my face to hers.
‘Baby, I’m ovulating as we speak.’ she breathed, ‘Please give me a baby.’
As she spoke, her hand gently captured my turgid erection. She lowered the shaft, running the swollen head between her drenched labia. I lowered my hip but my hard-on’s natural curve and her very slick entrance caused my cock to miss the mark. Instead, my length ran along her fat clit, causing her to groan deeply. I pulled back and tried again. This time my head entered her heavenly gates. The heat, the wetness, the enormity of the moment, all a caused me to cry out my love for her. She pulled my face down and mauled my lips with her own. She was able to take my whole length after a few minutes of gentle rocking. Once she could accommodate me, I fell into a loving yet purposeful rhythm. I’d like to think I could have made love to her longer than I did. After five minutes of steady fucking, she started throwing her hips up to meet my downward thrusts. Even then I felt I could hold on a little longer but her sphincter started pulsating so violently as she began to orgasm, I could feel it thump-thump-thump on my shaft’s underside. I was beyond hope and she knew it.