Suddenly, Mom grabbed my feet and raised my legs up, my knees ending tight to my chest and her mouth sucking like a sea creature down my underside. I giggled, which made her giggle
“You like that, sweetie?”
“Uh-huh. I like…” I decided to be completely honest. “I like being so exposed to you, Mom.”
She smiled brilliantly. “That makes me feel so good. Hopefully,” she said as her head again disappeared, “…this’ll make you feel good.” And then her tongue was at my bottom hole, wide and whole at first, circling quicker, then quicker, then an inch inside as my hips thrust up, making Mom struggle to stay inside of me. Almost nothing had ever felt so good—I flinched again with my whole lower half as she slurped up my insides. I could hear a chuckle smothered deep underneath me.
“Fuck, Mom!” I shouted. “Oh, my God…”
“I’ve got a little wriggler,” she said with a laugh.
As soon as her tongue touched the tip of my cock, I went off, cum shooting up and toward me. Mom missed most of the first spurt, but wrapped her lips round right away and gulped all the rest down. When her lips popped off with a smack she grinned and moved back up the bed.
I kissed her again. She met my tongue and we necked and nestled and tickled and touched till I could feel her slick cunt dripping onto my thigh, and I realized she hadn’t come yet.
Without breaking our kiss, I urged Mom underneath me and onto her back, feeling the top of my cock flatten down the full length of her slit.
“God, that feels good…”
I responded by kissing all over her perfect breasts, taking as much care with her nipples as she had with mine. They were fat and almost crimson, like hard perfect rubies in my mouth. She shrieked, held me tight. I started to switch sides and basked in the heavenly gully of sweat and perfume and leftover cum between her breasts. I nibbled there, too, Mom humping up in response, then reached her other nipple and decided to give her a taste of her own medicine, with a bite. And the instant I did, she came just like I had, maybe harder. She moaned my name, called me a good boy, her baby boy, working her whole pelvis in circles. I could feel her juices oozing up and out between the fusion of our bodies.
She put a hand to her head in exhaustion—I was at her cunt before she could recover. Her bush was lush, caked and glistening in her cum. I took some strands into my mouth and started to suck. Mom gripped my shoulders in response, her nails digging in as I made my way through more and more of her auburn tangles. Her hair continued thinner and thinner down the rest of her pussy, and I followed the trail like a bloodhound, slobbering all the way till I found what I was hunting for.
Her opening, my very origin, seemed to bloom and plump obscenely. A milky marble of cum oozed out just then, quickly losing its shape as it drooped long and slow into my salivating mouth.
“Oh, Bradley,” Mom moaned. I could see her rolling and pinching her nipples as she watched me. The steady scrumptious stream of juices leaking out of her made it hard to give the rest of her much attention—I didn’t want to miss a drop! But I moved up, taking in more than anything else the thick, private odor of her, letting my tongue lift up the tumbles of her hair as I finally zeroed in on her clit, sucking it into my mouth, and Mom exploded again.