She smiled. “Oh, you wanna get a look at mommy’s tits first?” mom asked in her best bimbo impersonation, sending an indescribable feeling of thrill through my body.
I nodded eagerly.
“Naughty boy.” She smiled. “Well,” mom leaned back and slid her bra down her smooth arms, “here they are.” She showed me her smallish breasts and tossed her bra onto the floor.
A lot of guys might love their women with a huge set of tits, but mom’s were perfect in my eyes. They looked as big as two ripe oranges, they didn’t sag very much and her taut nipples could be compared to Jelly Tots. I wanted to get a better look at her boobs, so I leapt out of the bed and made a sprint for the light switch, almost tripping on the pizza box on my way.
Thank goodness for reflexes.
I flipped the light switch and as I turned around to face mom I heard a gasp. It left me a little confused, but I noticed she was looking at my crotch, so I looked down and saw the sizeable tent I was pitching in my boxers. “Oh.” I smiled as I raised my head to make eye contact.
Then I raised my shoulders and brought my hands up like I was saying; ta-da. I didn’t have one of the largest cocks on the planet, but it was a pretty decent size. I estimate it to be around seven inches.
“I’m impressed.” She gave me a devilish smile, which showed off her sparkling white, perfectly aligned teeth. “It’s much bigger than that lousy father of yours’.”
By the way, I also noticed that mom had removed the ruined makeup. Her prettiness had returned. I quickly pulled my shirt over my head, jumped back onto the bed and continued to make out with mom like a prisoner who’d just completed his life sentence-who wasn’t allowed any conjugal visits at that. I couldn’t get enough of her. Seemingly out of nowhere, mom became the girl of my dreams. And I loved it.
I slowly kissed my way down her neck, down her chest and up the silky rise of her left breast. I bullshit you not; my heart was pumping the blood through my body as quickly as it did on the night I lost my virginity. I placed mom’s rigid bright pink nipple in between my lips and made her moan as I brought my tongue into the cause of caressing it.
Boy, she tasted good.
As I slowly squeezed her nipple with my teeth, which produced a noisy groan, I began to wonder if mom ever used to breastfeed me. That may sound a little weird, but it probably came to mind because it was the only exception for when you can have your mother’s nipple in your mouth. Oh well, if she didn’t, I was about to make up for it. I sucked her nipple into my mouth with vigour and intensified mom’s breathing.
“Do you like sucking on mommy’s tit, my baby?”
I rolled my eyes upwards and nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“Mommy likes it too.” She played with my hair.
Man, if she kept calling herself ‘mommy’ like that, the insides of my boxers would soon be plastered in spunk. I sucked on her left nipple for old times’ sake and then moved onto her right one to give it the same succulent treatment. I would’ve gladly sucked on mom’s nipples all night long, but there was no gun to my head and I knew there were other body parts that ached for my attention.