“Let me show you something…” She said in a soft voice and winked.
I looked up at her as she stood up and lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal her bush wet and matted near her thick, glistening inner lips which hung down about an inch. I couldn’t take my eyes off them and my mother moved closer to me…
“You can come close and look but you cannot touch.”
I brought my face in close enough to smell her pussy which came across to my nose as an arousing mix of sweat, piss, a touch of high pitched perfume as well as a low tone of indescribable female funk.
She brought her crotch in close to where I could feel her brown bush wispy on my forehead and tickling the tip of my nose.
“You cannot touch” she repeated.
Maria’s scent was driving me to dive into her meat and suck her juice into my mouth.
But I held there, feasting my eyes as they burned in the hot aroma of my mother’s cunt. In a quick swipe over my face, I felt her pussy compress into and quickly wipe over my face. I will never forget the sensation of soft, wet, pliable flesh brushing over my cheeks and nose then taking a quick rub on my mouth.
She came down to kiss me while grabbing the head of my dick with her hand. Maria’s tongue entered my mouth in and out in a flash and the next thing I knew she was feasting on my super hard cock.
She seemed in a frenzy as she licked all over my meat and took intermittent sucks. God-damn did she suck me while pushing the area at the base of my length just at the point between my cock and its balls. The palm of Maria’s hand pushed as her mouth sucked up in a rhythm that coaxed the muscles underneath my balls to launch a fast steam of warm cum into my mother’s mouth. Nor did she stop but continued to suck the spunk of my orgasm into her mouth. As she did this, she made the sound of one who is unabashedly enjoying an excellent meal.
“Mm.. Mm, MMmmm……” was what I heard mixed with slurps and a smacking sound.
Once I came, she didn’t immediately release her mouth from my now softening cock but continued to fondle it with her tongue. She released it only after the passing of time and even licked it a bit before laying her head on my belly where she rested for a few minutes. She turned her head to face me and looked at me for several seconds.
“We can never speak of this.” She said with a very serious look in her eye while she held me with her gaze.
My mother got up to stand but continued to hold the hem of her skirt. I got a plain view of her matted bush, shiny wet inner thighs and her large inner cunt lips.
She dropped her skirt smoothing it around her hips.
“Did you hear me?”
“We can never speak of this.”
She flashed me the “You are going to Hell” look, turned, proceeded to the stairs and up to her bedroom. I heard her shut the door.
Everything seemed super quiet at that moment as I began to process what just happened. My immediate thought was the look of my mother’s pussy as she pressed her aromatic crotch into my face and how the strong smell of her cunt attracted me to get closer to its essence.
I considered her knowing way of handling and bathing my dick in her warm, soft mouth. Then too, the way she looked at me while sucking on my hard member.
It occurred to me that, in all the heat of our embrace, I hadn’t fucked her.
I wondered if I ever would fuck my mother. She seemed wholly hot for me and it was difficult to imagine that she didn’t want fuck me in the future.
I considered that she wanted me to call her “Maria”. This request puzzled me and especially in the context of what just happened. Confusing is an understatement regarding her identity as my mother or my lover. This knotted up the thoughts in my brain.
I gathered myself and went to my room and closed the door. I needed another release and did just that in a matter of a minute…… Now what?
In the corner I saw the two boxes of my father’s belongings and decided to unpack them and maybe remember who he was. It seemed an easy task in my present state of mind.
Opening one box, I found stacks of porn magazines from the 1970s through 1990s.
Many of the classic titles were there. I opened one randomly and found a grainy picture of a young woman showing her meaty pussy. My cock responded to this.
As I looked at the gallery of cunt shots, I began to think of my mother’s cunt and the way her pungent aroma cleared my nose and stung my eyes. I got naked and stroked myself with one hand while I rubbed at my asshole with the other. I thought about the cunt I saw in the fuzzy magazine while I imagined my finger pushing inside my mother’s twat as I began to probe the inside of my anus.
The sensation was great and I vigorously finger fucked my ass and it felt good. My prick was super hard and came in waves of spurting cum that spilled over a towel. I took my middle finger out of my ass to bathe it in the cum on my hand and in the cum towel then pushed that finger into my mouth and imagined myself sucking the cum from my mother’s sweet, smelly pussy lips.
The night was long and I masturbated again and again until I was spent. I managed to sleep only three or four hours,
I woke up from a knock on the door and my mother announcing that I only had an hour to get ready for Sunday Mass. I felt in a daze but managed to shower and dress for church.
Our talk during the drive to St. Mary’s was sparse but cordial. I addressed her as “Mother” or “Ma” and felt no tension from her about it.
Once at our usual spot in the sanctuary, we sat close. The perfume she was wearing was the same as I had smelled on her the previous evening. The fragrance had me entranced with thoughts about my mother’s body and all her sexy bits. All those bits were right here next to me but I couldn’t touch any of them.
The service proceeded and all I could think about was my mother’s cunt even though I realized that I was unlikely to ever have my face that close to it again. This is what I tried to keep in mind because I was wary of the shame I felt about my desire for her.
The day continued, I managed to study, went for a walk and masturbated in the woods. When I came home, I received a text from my mom announcing she was picking up a pizza and could I please make a salad. I felt the ice between us beginning to break as I made a salad with fresh parsley, cilantro and finely cut fruit. This began to put me back into the routine of interacting with her.
Mother arrived as if on a regular day. When she poured wine for herself, she offered some to me which was a first. I took it, drank some and lightened up as we ate our dinner and talked about events of the past week.
I didn’t dare speak of the previous night although it was in my mind as plainly as a creepy creature in the room. She was animated and happy on this evening as she spoke of her plans for the week. I enjoyed her smile and the sight of her nipples showing through her blouse.
Completely sexy those nipples. I wondered if she knew what she was doing to me?
It wasn’t the first time I had seen her nipples poking through a garment but given my newfound lust for my mother’s hot body, I felt very distracted by the sight of those springy little nobs during dinner.
I let myself think of her as “Maria” and better recognized how much fun she was having while being in a relaxed mood with me. I tried to be spontaneous with her, but I feared I might violate the spirit of not talking about what our encounter which was front and center on my mind. As her son, my feelings had always been recognized and allowed by her. As her lover, I felt trapped at the end of a coercive bargain where I could only be desirous of Mother on her terms.
As the evening progressed and we went our separate directions to get work done, I made a good effort to get some time in to prepare a paper I had due the coming week.
On my way out of my room, I saw her naked through the wide open door of her bedroom. I caught a quick glimpse of her pussy and could clearly see that she had trimmed her fur and exposed the details of her mound and amazing cunt lips. It was all I could do to hurry past the door and not risk violating her privacy. Nonetheless, I was hopelessly aroused. My mind was on cleaning up getting ready for sleep. I would stroke myself to sleep when in bed.
Once in bed, I was ready to masturbate myself to sleep. In the dark, I felt myself and gently rubbed the tip of my dick. I thought about Mother’s prominent mound and the fleshy flaps that protruded from the cleft of that mound. As I thought this, I began to relax into a rhythm of pleasure waves that flowed back-and-forth through my cock. It was dream like until I heard a rhythmic moan coming from my mother’s room.
I listened more carefully and I heard her grunting and moaning in an alternating sequence. My prick became super hard. I wanted her but didn’t know if I should enter her room. Mother’s moaning continued with occasional loud yelps. She got louder and my thoughts were about her cunt. That amazing piece of flesh I had seen and smelled the night before
I stroked my stiff prick with more vigor while I listened to a beautiful woman get herself off in the bedroom across the hallway from mine. With each stroke, I could feel my own wetness oozing through the tip of my dick. It’s her rhythmic moans that did it as I imagined her fucking herself with the dildo I had found and sniffed the week before.
Maria pushed and pulled it, in and out of her ravenous cunt. Oooing and ahhing with each stroke of the fake phallus and especially when she pushed down on it so to cause it to pressure the G-spot that lusted deep in her pussy. I could hear the pitch of her moaning go up until one final thrust into her g-spot brought her off and she expressed a guttural grunt that had me oozing with the thought of what it must smell like in her bedroom right now.. She went quiet and I realized I had started to moan with her.
As my wet hand fondled my oozing prick, I squeezed and stroked and let my mother know what I understood her by moaning. I lustily spoke about sexy four letter words. I thought of her listening and taking her pleasure. I thought of her cunt and what it must be like to suck her long labia while inhaling its fragrance as I stroked my eager cock.
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