I was looking down at her beautiful swollen breasts heavy in my hands when I felt her fingers lifting my chin. She placed a hand on either side of my face and kissed me. It was gently for about three seconds and then I guess nature just took over.
One thing I knew from the girls I had made out with is that I was a good kisser. There were a couple that went to the movies with me more than a few times just because their friend told them I was good at that. With those two girls we didn’t do anything else but kiss the whole time, as they both had boyfriends. It disappointed me because I had wanted a girlfriend to want me for more than just kissing and making out.
Mom made me forget all about anyone else though. I was so caught up in the moment that I couldn’t stop from kissing her. Every time she would move her mouth away to catch a breath of air, I crushed my mouth against hers even harder. At some point she pulled me down on top of her as we kissed. Her shirt had come back down to cover her, but even then I could feel a slight warm, wetness on my chest.
I kissed Mom all over her face, her neck, her collarbone, returning to her tiny mouth every few seconds before she could catch her breath. Was I so excited because she was the most incredible kisser I had ever experienced, or was it because my mind kept coming back to the fact that this was my mother that was kissing me back like this?
By the time I started to move down to her chest, Mom was breathing heavily and writhing around on the bed beneath me. She sat up for the briefest of moments and yanked her shirt off. I did the same to mine, tossing it to the floor. The look on Mom’s face when she took in my chest and abs was to die for! I felt so confident all of a sudden. I didn’t give her a chance to touch me though, as I immediately attacked her breasts, settling down, halfway on her body and half between her legs, allowing me access to both of her mouth-watering “babies” as she called them.
She smelled better than anything I could have imagined and inhaled deeply on the inside and underneath each one before covering her left one with my mouth. Mom arched into me, and I could see her lifting her head and watching me as I started to suck, gently at first, but rapidly becoming overcome with my need for her. The milk was thin and a little bit salty. Oddly, it left a slightly dry aftertaste in my mouth that made me crave more and more to quench that thirst. I wondered if that was so the baby would want to nurse more? I knew one thing for sure; it made me want to suck on Mom’s babies like I was starved!
The milk was flowing freely now; thin streams that when I pushed just right on her nipple with my tongue and sucked with just the right force, the milk would just shoot and spray all the way to the back of my mouth. I quickly found out though that she could give quite a mouthful and if I was not careful, I was forced to stop sucking in order to swallow. I changed my technique, maybe instinctively remembering how to nurse my Mommy. I started to suck and swallow, suck and swallow, not allowing the warm, silky milk to collect in the back of my mouth any more.