“Oh God, Mom…”
“I’ll take that as a—” She unzipped my fly and found my cock. “—yes.”
“I love the way that feels, Mom. I never thought it would feel this good.”
She looked up at me, surprised. “Is this—am I the first, to…”
“Yes, Mama,” I replied softly, using a name I hadn’t called her in years.
“Oh, sweetie…” She took my hand and kissed it, then quickly shucked the rest of my clothes and gently guided me to my back, settling on top, opening her robe to reveal the nothing underneath and letting her full breasts pancake atop my chest. She kissed the tip of my nose, sucked a second, and started to slide those nipples slowly down my torso, which tensed with each inch. Her lips followed, kneading my skin till they puckered tightly around my nipple, teasing it up and hard then spreading and slurping and soon leaving long wet streaks as she lovingly tongued my chest across to the other nipple. She did away with the kissing this time and bit down, hard, shooting white heat down my arms and causing my whole lower half to leap up involuntarily. My cock surged and found itself in the valley of my mother’s chest, smothered in her sweet soft flesh, and I came.
“Oh, goodness…” Mom let out in a low breath, moaning. I grunted and my head fell back to the pillow. I was about to apologize for coming so quickly when I looked down and saw Mom greedily sucking my cum from her tits. They were big enough that she could get the tips and a bit more into her mouth. I was mesmerized.
“Sorry,” she giggled when she saw me gawking. “I love cum.”
“Can you, uh…say that again, Mom?”
She slipped out of her robe and added it to our clothes pile, in the same motion crawling back up my body till her face was right above mine. “I love cum. I love your cum. I love…my son’s cum.”
I lunged up and kissed her hard. She seemed startled but fell into it right away, our tongues lazily coating each other, the taste of me passing between us. When we finally broke, she had a look on her face that I’d almost describe as pride.
“Hey, Mom?”
“Yes, my love?”
“I think I love cum, too.”
She laughed from her gut and kissed me again.
“Well, let’s get you some more then.”
. . .
Mom’s tongue-bath continued on my balls, widening and flattening out and forming itself perfectly to the underside of my sac. She hummed, sending shockwaves through my loins, and probed the thin skin eagerly with the tip of her tongue. It was like she wanted to take in every impression my body could possibly offer.
“God, I love the way you smell,” she said quietly, burrowing her nose into my sparse mess of pubes. “My baby boy.”
“Love you, Mom…”
“Gonna suck your cock now, ‘kay?” Her voice was low and throaty, tickling my nuts. I could only grunt in response as her mouth took in the head of my cock, just the head at first, sucking in tight and thrusting out and around with her tongue. Her right hand grabbed my left, our fingers intertwining, and her other went to my nipple, pinching and pawing. More of me disappeared down her throat, inch by inch, till she was nibbling on my pubes.