Instead of collapsing like last time, she reached down and gripped me under each armpit, yanking my body with surprising strength up and across hers till we were settled, face-to-face. Her hand snuck down between our bodies and started tugging on my erection impatiently. Neither of us spoke. I was inside her in an instant, plunging forward as far as I could go; I know I came almost immediately, and that Mom did, too. She told me later she could feel both our messes mixing together inside her the instant I bottomed out. I didn’t stop, though, didn’t go soft, just pulled back inexpertly, pausing as I felt just my head inside of her. Mom’s eyes shot open when I thrust back in again, and she pulled me down and thrust her tongue into me, searching out my own and chewing on it gently but insistently. The combination was almost indescribable: soft lazy barbs of pain on one slick appendage, deepest pleasure rupturing all through another. I made a mental note to see if maybe we could switch them around next time.
Oh God, next time, time after that, time after that…
I came again.
. . .
Each of us awoke during the night, to play from the other. First was Mom’s mouth on my cock, which I don’t remember much about. Just the incredible sensation, and my eyes drifting to the full moon out the big hotel window as neither of us spoke, me eventually closing my eyes as I tried to focus on the deep, ecstatic, almost inhuman noises coming from inside Mom as she worked my cum out of me.
The next thing I remember, I came to halfway down the king-sized bed, Mom’s ass peeking out delectably. I suddenly got the urge to repay her, to taste her deepest underneath like she had mine, to touch and taste and know everything about her.
I shifted over and started to stroke and squeeze her plumpness. She didn’t stir. I leant down and, parting her cheeks, flicked my tongue out experimentally. I wasn’t put off at all, and went right back in. Mom woke up a few seconds later, as much I’d guess from my shocked moan once I felt her sphincter clench and pulse around my tongue.
“Oh, you beautiful fucking boy, keep surprising Mommy…”
I uh-huhed as best as I could, reaching up to the dimples of Mom’s lower back, massaging down around her thighs till my hands reached her dripping slit. She humped up and down in earnest, ejecting my tongue from her asshole right before she let loose and came all over my plunging fingers, juices coating me in hot sugar.
Together, my mother and I licked me clean, and fell asleep.
. . .
“Good morning, my love.”
Mom’s beaming face was backlit by the sun.
“Boy, do I like the sound of that.”
She kissed me. “Me, too.”
I brought my nose down to my armpit and took a sniff. “I think I like the sound of a shower, too.”
She kissed me again, on the nose. “Gonna have to wait on that one, boy” she laughed, bounding across the room.
“Aw,” I whined. “Not gonna get lonely?”
“Not gonna get clean, if you’re in there with me. And we’ve gotta get down to breakfast.”
“Mmm,” I stretched and rose. “Put some of those burned calories back on.”