He sits up and pulls at her shirt. He bunches it up into his hands and pulls the fabric towards her head. Heather slowly drags her tongue along the bottom of he dick as she lifts her head. A slight pop is made when she lets go of his dick.
“You want to play with Mommy’s titties while she blows you?” Heath dumbly nods. Heather yanks her t-shirt off of her and peels her bra off. “Take off your shirt too, Heath. I want to touch you too. * hic *” Heather’s son immediately complies. Leaving only Heather’s skimpy sports shorts the only clothing between the two of them.
Before she can get his dick back into her mouth, Heath lifts her chin and kiss her. He whispers, “Thank you.” After a quick squeeze of her left breast, Heather shudders and giggles.
With his cock returned to the warm wet orifice, Heather speeds up her pace. Heath unconsciously starts thrusting up into her face. He struggles to grab her tits. Minutes pass by without notice. Heath is too focused on the heavenly pleasure of the blowjob.
Heath knows that he needs to warn Heather when he is about to cum. His climax is running for the finish line. “Mom… Mom… I’m… I’mma bout to…” Heath stutters.
Heather grabs the base of his cock in order to pump it for a quicker cum. She gently messages his balls for over-stimulization. She gets what she wanted. A throbbing cock firing off ropes of sticky hot semen. She immediately starts gulping down her son’s baby batter.
Heather misjudged that Heath wasn’t finished ejaculating. The last squirt hits her chin. She drunkenly giggles as she licks it off of her chin.
“Thank you, darling. That was delicious,” she says as she pats his leg. She returns to her seat on the other side of the couch. “* hic * That was fun.” Heather watches her son pant and huff on his side of the couch.
Once Heath finally catches his breath, he looks at his mother. “You know? I was always told to show appreciation for a gift. The better the gift, the better the appreciation.”
“Yeah?” Heather replies sarcastically. “You obviously had a good mother to have taught you that.” She scratches her flat belly before stretching her arms above her head.
Heath slowly move towards Heather. “Yeah, and I know how I want to show my appreciation.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I want to give you what I planned to give Stacy May. May I?” Heath reaches for her shorts.
“Oh?” Heather grabs his hands as she hesitates. “Tell me what you’re thinking before I agree?” Heather isn’t sure that she actually wants to have sex with Heath. Sure, she’s attracted to him. But Heather isn’t sure that she’s ready to cross that line. Yet.
“Exactsies. I want to taste you. Cum on my face.” Heath waits for her answer. She lets go of his hands and lifts her butt. Heath yanks the shorts off to discover that she’s not wearing any panties. He smiles at her when he sees that she trims her pubic hair in a simple landing strip.
Wordlessly, Heath dives into his mother’s twat. As he is licking at her clit, Heath tosses her legs over his shoulders.
“Hoo!” Heather grunts. She pushes her fingers through his hair. She wants to grab his hair, but he keeps it short. She finally gets her feet back onto the couch, albeit over his shoulders. She sporadically lifts her pussy up to his tongue.
Heath switches to sucking her pussy lips in between his lips and stabbing his tongue into her vaginal channel. He laps at her growing flow of vaginal secretions.
“Drink my pussy juice, baby!” she shouts as she feels his tongue lashing between her labia. She curls a leg behind Heath’s head. “Soooo goood!! Maake meee cuuuum!”
Heath reaches up to grope one of her luscious breasts. She moans, “Pinch my nipple! Oh, Fuck!” Heath follows her instructions. She slaps a hand over his to keep it there. She is staring to quiver.
After a minute of nipple twisting, Heather yanks the hand away. “Finger me! Fiiiniiish meeee! Fuuuuuuck!”
As a good son, he does what his mother wants. He pulls his arm under her in order to slide two fingers into her sopping twat. He curls his fingers randomly to stroke the g-spot.
Heather can’t last much longer. She gushes onto her son’s face.
“FUCK YES! EAT MOMMY’S PUSSY! HOO!” Heather yells as she wraps the other leg around Heath’s head and shoves her pussy into his face. Her ass and lower back lift off of the couch.
Heath struggles with breathing in between Heather’s legs crushing his face into her cunt and the sudden flood of girl cum. His breath returns to him as her legs go limp. He watches her twitch and shiver, from his position between her legs, since she’s no longer able to keep shoving his face into her sex.
After a minute of seeing her shake, “Are you ok, mom?” He’s feeling worried.
Huffing, Heather responds, “Yeah… Yeah, I’m ok. I think I need help to the bathroom.”
“Ok.” Heath scoops his mother up and carries her to the bathroom. She quivers as she carries her fireman style. He gently eases her onto the toilet. He starts to leave.
She grabs his wrist, “Don’t leave yet.” Heather lets the urine flow. She gently strokes her thumb across Heath’s skin. She stands up when she’s done. “Help me to bed, please. I’m still wobbly.” Heath and Heather take the short walk to her bed. “You should feel proud, baby. Making a woman not be able to walk straight is always a good thing.”
As Heather pulls her blanket down, she looks at him, “I’d really like for you stay here tonight. I want to cuddle some more. No hanky panky. Just me sleeping with my head on your chest.”
Heath’s heart skips a beat. “Um, sure, Mom. I can sleep in here with you.” He slowly walks to the other side of the bed, waiting to hear her change her mind.
Once he lays himself down on the bed, Heather flops her head down onto his chest. Her hands seek out her favorite resting places. One hand on the other side of his chest and the other on the back of his neck. She kisses his chest. “I’m going to try to stay awake, but I’m probably going to pass out * hic * soon.”
She’s quietly snoring within a minute. Heath falls asleep to her comforting snores.
*****
Heath slowly wakes up. He enjoys the gentle touches that Heather is giving him.
“Good morning. How are you feeling?” her soothing voice drifts into his consciousness.
“Hey…” Heath is unsure of how to respond. There is a very naked MILF hovering over him. The problem that hits his brain is that this MILF is his mother. HIS MOTHER! And that’s not a barrier that will keep him from trying to fuck her.
“I never realized that you had tattoos,” Heather says as she lightly runs a fingernail over Heath’s skin. “What does this one mean?”
Heath looks at the dragon tattoo that she touching on his left shoulder. “That’s just a design that I think represents me. Just a viciousness that stays under control as long as I get my emotional needs met.”
Heather slides her hand behind him and taps on his shoulder blade. “And the tiger?”
“That was my first one. It was just… there was no meaning for it.”
“Who put these on you? Legally… you needed my permission.”
“A, um… friend? He knew I was underage. He really needed someone to help build his portfolio. I got them all for free.”
Heather makes a dismissive grunt. She grabs his right thigh. “We’ll need to find someone to make these look better… Let’s get back to the meaning of your tattoos. I think I’ve figured out everything except the main significance of the piece… But!” Heath freezes. He knows what the tattoo means. He never told the ‘friend’ the meaning.
Heather still hovers over Heath. Her face is so close to his. She grins at the amount of blushing he’s doing. The blush is starting to reach his shoulders. She is still completely naked. And her sex is close to his. She reminds him, “I’ll still love you even if the meaning is morally wrong.”
Heath glances at the scroll on his leg, with four dates and initials. He doesn’t want to tell her.
“If you tell me the truth… I need to make a decision,” Heather coos into his ear. She leans back to look him in the face.
Heath’s eyes dart back and forth trying to avoid his mother’s face. The corner of the room. Her dresser. The ceiling fan. Anything other than his mother’s bright green questioning eyes. He leans into her caressing hand. “It’s ok, baby. Just tell me.”
Softly, he tells her, “Those are the dates that I realized that I’m a pervert.”
Heather continues to pet his face, “Yes, and?”
“Those are the dates that I finally understood that I would be ok with impregnating women that I shouldn’t.” Heath’s heart is seizing in fear.
Heather’s fingernail circles around the date on the bottom of the scroll of the tattoo. “I find it interesting that Hope is at the bottom of the list. She’s the one that I think would be the first to jump at a chance to have you.”
“Wait, what?!?!” Heath feels goose bumps forming on his arms and legs.
“Oh, darling. I’m not stupid. You’re obviously using middle names as part of the initials. The last name is literally the same for all of them. Aren’t they?” Heath grinds his teeth trying to not answer. “I also find it interesting that Haley and Harper are in the middle of the pack.” Heather reminds Heath that her naked body is hovering over him by swaying her body to let her nipples brush against his chest.
“Hi,” Heather breathes into her son’s face. “You really want to be a mother fucker? Am I not the first person on the literal bucket list that you put onto your flesh… illegally, as a minor?” Heather feels Heath’s erection brush up against her sex as he gets excited. Getting back up to show him how close he is to being inside of her, “You really do want to fuck me, don’t you?”
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