“Just for a minute,” Marion gasped. “Then you really do have to finish it, Gareth. Just come, will you. Squirt it out and then leave me alone. And this is never going to happen again. Don’t ever try to kid me your cold in the idle of the night ever again.”
***
Gareth was so over-heated he’d have agreed to anything right in the moment. He was fully charged, his dick in his fist sending pleasure signals right to his brain. It was a surge of delight, an absolute joy. He had his lips over her nipples, the big fleshy fuckers on his tongue, his own mother’s weighty boobs in his palm.
He was always going to push it, to see just how far he could go, how far over the line he could push his mother. So far, she was going well beyond what he’d expected. His arousal was such he was getting bolder and reckless. For him, it was all about the here and now. Tomorrow could take care of itself. If there were recriminations to come, he didn’t care. All he could think of was his mother’s body and how hot he was for her.
“It’d be real quick if you just let me rub my cock over your pussy,” he said on a gasp. “You know,” Gareth added, looking into her eyes. He was upright, still on his knees, his mother’s torso bare and exposed to his stare while the sheet was still up to her waist. “If I could slide it around down there. That would get me off sooner. A lot quicker than just wanking it off.”
It looked like he’d pushed it too far. Just after he’d said it, Gareth saw his mother’s expression go dark. She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath, the action swelling her chest so her large breasts were thrust forward. Gareth watched and let out a groan, the sight of her boobs and their pale saucer-sized areolae bringing forth the response. It certainly seemed like she was about to shake her head and rebuff the request. Gareth knew it had been an outrageous thing to ask. Even in his advanced and heated state of arousal, he didn’t really expect his mother to cave in and let him touch her sex with his dick. Not on that one. It really was taking it a step beyond.
Then she just came out and said it. It was unbelievable, truly amazing.
“I don’t believe I’m actually letting you do it,” his mother said on a long outrush of breath. She was shaking her head and looking at him, face slack with something Gareth recognised but couldn’t quite figure. “But this really is as far as I’m going.”
Gareth gawped and his hand stopped its tugging when his mother shoved the sheet down to reveal her hips and her vulva and thighs. She kicked the sheet away and spread her legs, a hand going down to where she splayed her labia, the pink of her core glistening amid the dark pet of her black pubic bush.
“Kneel between my legs and get on with it,” his mother said. “Rub that thing over me, Gareth. Just get on with it. Get it done.”
Gareth boggled some more, stunned by the sight of the thick triangle of hair way down low on his mother’s body. He gawked, absorbed by the meaty labia and the oversized bean of her clit.
“Yuh-you mean it?” Gareth gurgled, not believing his mother was giving it up.