“There are other places that my Baby Boy can suck… if he wants,” her voice trailed off. She bit her lower lip and breathed heavily as if she were actually afraid I would reject her offer!
“You are so beautiful, Mom,” I whispered, letting my eyes roam all over her body.
She shook her head and started to blush. “No I’m not,” she whispered back.
“My God! Yes you are!” I shook my head in wonder at the beautiful female form spread out in front of me. This was my mother, the one woman that I was taught I should never see like this under any circumstance. Yet here she was; in all her glory.
I could smell Mom even from my sitting position between her legs. Unlike most of the guys at school, I loved going down a girl. As long as they were clean it was the most incredible experience imaginable, seeing her come like that.
I got down between Mom’s legs and inhaled her scent. I could see how wet she was already, maybe from her orgasm. I kissed the insides of her legs, from her calves to her thighs. They were so smooth. I wanted to make my mom feel good again. The thought of it then and even now as I write this made me so hard.
Mom’s eyes were glued to my progress, anticipating the first touch of her only son’s tongue against her sensitive flesh. And sensitive it was. She arched her back high and cried out as I started kissing and licking between her legs.
I lifted her legs up and placed my hands behind her knees, holding them spread and completely exposed for me. She tasted like heaven. I couldn’t believe that I was actually eating my own mother’s pussy in my parents’ bed. I felt more ravenous with every moan that escaped from her lips. I feasted on Mom’s pussy; licking and sucking and nibbling on her clit; thrusting my tongue inside her as deep as I could. This went on for minutes, I can not say how long. I was too involved in eating her to pay attention.
I watched her. Mom was holding both fists in the air, grasping onto nothing and shaking slightly; her eyes were clenched shut, her lips parted, her nostrils were flaring as she worked herself toward another climax. All the while I could not take my eyes away from her face. I wanted my Mom to come inside my mouth, to cause her juices to flow as freely as her milk had just minutes ago.
How can anyone fully understand the feeling of being tongue deep inside their beautiful mother’s pussy, unless they too had experienced it? All I know is that seeing Mom like that satisfied me almost more than coming myself. There is nothing better than seeing your mother, tasting your mother, as she reaches that point of no return.
Mom was almost crying as she came this time. The other girls simply moaned and giggled, or pushed me away until they recovered, but not Mom. She had experienced a full body orgasm she told me later.
Her hands went to the back of my head and she literally fucked my face as she flooded my mouth with her juices. I was literally able to drink what she gave me. It was amazing, it was incredible; it was beyond my wildest dreams. But from that point on, it only got better.