“You’re the best kisser Mom.” His hand slides up her stomach, and rests on her breast. A finger darts around and over the nipple. The dark pink nipple grows and hardens under his touch.
“Nice,” is all she says. She grasps the other breast and kneads it.
He lean down and sucks. She gasps. He pulls more of her breast into his mouth. She moans. The sound is louder than the ocean. He swats and bats at the nipple with his tongue. She moans again. His cock rests against the top of her hip, pulsing, tapping as it rises and falls, almost like it is gently knocking on a door, begging to enter a warm inviting place. He strains to look up at her without losing contact with her breast. While fondling the other breast, her fingers stroke against his face. Her lips pucker as she blows a kiss.
“I’m so wet. Fill me with your warm smooth cock. Make me overflow with your cum. I need you to fuck your Mother. Ride me hard, my Son and my lover, ride me hard. Fuck me like you did earlier.”
Her legs spread wider and he moves between them. A glow, a smile, fills her face. All the foreplay, all the touches, were good. This was what she l-o-v-e-s the most, and he too.
“Right there, just slide it back and forth a little. Oh when that swollen head slides over my clit … like that … just like that…”
Jon can tell from the now so familiar expression on her face, she is basking in the warmth of a pleasurable experience, one that he can only wonder what it might be like. For her, it will last until long after they stop. He continues to let the head of his cock massage the entrance of her pussy. Her hand rests on his shoulder, squeezing it, rubbing it. Her face contorts and twists. Her breathing stops and then becomes labored. She bites her lower lip. A loud, “Ah-h-h,” echoes though the room. Her orgasm comes, peaks, and wanes.
“It was so wonderful.” That is her endearing way of letting him know he can now enjoy his orgasm.
She sits up and leans over his cock, covered in both of their fluids. “The best part of your body. Well one of them.” She takes his still erect cock and begins sucking the whole thing into her mouth. He watches as her lips slide along the taught skin. She gulps as his cum fills her mouth. She kisses his mouth and he tastes himself. He wipes away a small amount as it dribbles from the corner of her mouth.
They lay next to each other, the fronts of their bodies pressing together, their nipples touching, their lips resting on each other, their fingers touching, touching everywhere.
“I’ve never felt love so wonderful as with you Mom. Never.”
He lies and watches as she drifts back to sleep. To him, she is so sexy, so dreamy. He loves to look at her, awake or asleep. Even asleep, she exudes sensual beauty and raw sexual passion.
Once she is asleep, Jon lays on his back with his hands clasped behind his head, thinking about how lucky he is to have found a woman that shares so many of the same feelings he has, and visa versa.
*
Jon’s parents married later in life than most people do. He was born that same year. Growing up, Jon’s Dad had been one of those ‘my way or the highway’ kind of men. For years he thought that was the way men just were. As he grew older and visited friends homes, he started comparing other men with his Dad. Not all of them acted as his Dad did towards members of their families.