The hand job was about to net results despite the water’s friction. I felt a rush in my loins and then ejaculated into the pond as she stroked. Thick white ropes of semen floated off in globs as she slowly released her grip. We separated, and she smiled quickly and moved off, climbing the ladder to the dock. My eyes were transfixed on her ass as water dripped off it. Using her T-shirt, she patted herself dry.
I exited the water, not wholly flaccid, sporting at least 40% of my hard-on. The residual blood surge made it look like my cock at rest was more significant than it was, and for whatever reason, I did nothing to hide it from her.
Back at the house, we went to work removing some wallpaper until it was time to eat. Mom fixed dinner, and we shared a bottle of wine. We had not talked about the pond incident since it happened.
“Melinda texted me,” I said, “Looks like they will be done around 9 PM, and it’s about an hour’s drive, so maybe 10 PM when she gets home.”
“More wine?” she asked, filling my glass without waiting for a reply.
“Maybe we should not be drinking,” I said, “it could lead to trouble.”
“Eric, you had your fun. It was a little game. Don’t worry, I’m not going to cause any problems,” she said with a scolding tone.
“I’ve got to get another shower, get all that pond water and sweat off me. You planning to watch?”
She was messing with me. I sure as hell wanted to get up in the attic and watch.
“I’ve got to make some calls,” I said. “I’ll grab a shower when you’re done.”
I went to the living room to make my calls.
Upstairs I could hear the shower running, I replayed my mother’s masturbation show and was curious about what she was doing in there, but I held fast. I would not spy now that I knew she was aware.
“I’m out,” she shouted from upstairs, and I heard her walk to her room to get dressed.
I headed up to the shower. Getting the sweat and grime from a hard day’s work off me felt good. Feeling refreshed, I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed into the hall to go to my room and dress.
Mom’s room was at the end of the long hall, and when I glanced to look, she was standing in the doorway of her room, completely nude. Her curvy hips, her large tits, her shaved pussy outlined in the blue lighting of the bedroom behind her. She just stood there looking at me. I held my towel around my waist with one hand, but the towel betrayed my erection.
With no expression, she took her left tit in two hands, cupped it up, and held it out, offering to feed it to me if I desired. I trembled. The voyeurism, the masturbation, those were understandable, almost innocent compared to this moment. But now she was offering me her breasts. She was beckoning me to her bed. I had to resist.
I did not succeed.
I approached her, letting my towel drop to the floor. Naked, I approached and began to suckle her nipples. The bumps on her areolas were swollen with desire. They grazed across my tongue like brail letters spelling out a sexual incantation, forcing me to her lair.
She then cupped her other breast, feeding it to me as well while holding fast on the threshold of her bedroom. I sucked each nipple while rubbing my hand on her soft stomach.
She took my hand and led me into the room and onto her bed.
I opened my mouth to speak. Not sure what to say, she helped by bringing my mouth to hers and connecting with probing tongues. There were no words for this.
My hand went to her pussy, and she accommodated by opening her legs. Despite being fresh from the shower, her juices had flooded her snatch with thick glycerin-like emissions. Her pronounced inner lips were sealed tight, but as my finger creased them, they revealed her pink entry. I felt her skin goosebump as I skimmed over her clit.
From my vantage, I could see her pussy and asshole all waiting for me. Holding her legs open, I leaned in and began to feed at the opening of her cleft. My tongue found her clit fast, and it perked up and then buttered itself with moisture. She moaned as I gently attacked her pearl. Moving her hips up and down, she began grinding her pussy into my face.
I push her legs back gently, wanting her to spread wide. She obliged, and I began to lick and taste downward to her vulva taking care to suckle her labia minora lips, which grew purple as she flushed. The heat coming from her opening told me this was working.
Below her pussy I could see my mother’s pink rear entry opening and closing as she moaned from my exploration. I longed to get a taste and lowered myself into position. As my tongue slid across the creased surface of her rosebud ring, I could taste Earth and spice, even a hint of dark rum. Her aroma and flavor were intoxicating, and my head grew dizzy.
Taking stock of my situation, I rationalized that tasting my mom’s ass was no more a taboo than anything else we had done so far, and I pushed my tongue to seek her inner flavors.
From how her ass quivered and her sphincter pulsed, I could tell she was close to orgasm. I pushed harder to get her there, and she pushed me off.
Fearful she had decided a line had been crossed and this would stop, I was prepared to retreat.
“I don’t want to cum too fast,” she whispered. “It’s been a while, and I have needs to fulfill.”
I climbed up to lay next to her, and she began to kiss and lick my face, lapping all the flavors she had left on my mouth. From the greedy way she licked, I could see how tasting herself on me heightened her drive.
Finally, she touched my cock and gently stroked it, planting small kisses on the glans. My cock fattened at her touch, and she increased her stroke, then ran her tongue to the tip teasing me. I could tell she was impressed by its size but resisted the awkward dad joke of how you’ve grown.
She opened her mouth and gently slid my length inside her throat, finally stopping when she reached the hilt. She held my cock still in her mouth for a moment, then began to suck on it without a gag.
My wife, Melinda, was surprisingly good at giving head. She enjoyed waking me up with her mouth sucking away at my morning wood, but my mother brought years of cocksucking experiences to the act.
She released her grip and slid her mouth up and down my cock leaving the exposed surface shimmering from her saliva. Her tongue never stopped working through each bob up and down. I thought of ways of asking her to teach Melinda her technique.
I thought of cumming in Mom’s mouth but then realized the post-orgasm clarity might come with guilt, so delaying my orgasm was the best choice.
She released my cock from her mouth but kept a tight grip at the base, almost squeezing it shut, preventing any accidental ejaculation. She knew how to control a cock, and knew even better how to control me.
Sliding down the bed, she positioned her head below my shaft, then raised it and began to lick under my balls until her tongue swirled my asshole.
Having just showered, it was fresh and clean as she began to swirl my tight knot prodding it with her pointed tongue. I pulled my legs up and back, exposing her to my ass.
“Does your wife ever eat your ass,” she whispered between licks and prods.
“Not really,” I moaned.
“You tell me what you liked best after we’re done, and I’ll do a girl-to-girl with you girl and get her tongue in your ass if you want.”
“Please don’t tell her-”
“What, that you fucked your mother,” she said.
“We never fucked,” I moaned with my eyes shut, still trying not to cum.
She paused her tongue work for a beat and allowed my breathing to slow and my potential rush of cum to retreat as she edged me for a second time.
Suddenly I felt a smoothness like silk envelope my cock followed by the weight of her body. I opened my eyes to see my mother had straddled my cock and was now riding me cowgirl style.
“About that not fucking your mother thing,” she whispered with a pleased smile, “looks like that ship has sailed right up my pussy,” she moaned.
Her breasts bounced with each rise and drop of her body. She settled in on my cock and once again cupped her tits, holding them out to provide them to me.
“Come here and feed on these,” she purred. I obeyed and let her nurse me one breast at a time. It was weird, but no more bizarre than the fact that I was hilt deep in her pussy, just after she had licked my ass clean.
Usually, when I fuck Melinda and the few girls I had before her, I take control. It seemed to work for them, but it was my mother in control here. She wasn’t pushing me against my will. I was learning that I had no boundaries regarding sex. My mother was milking my cock better than anyone ever had; I had no guilt, only pleasure.
“I’m going to cum, Mom,” I whispered. “I can’t last much longer.”
She looked down at me with a smile.
“I’m not on the pill, so no cumming in my pussy.”
Despite her warnings, she rode me up and down again, edging me dangerously close to exploding in her snatch. My heart rate quickened, and had she not pulled off, I would have gladly inseminated her as I could not control myself.
She pulled off just in time and rolled off the bed as my confused cock throbbed. It was touch and go if I would cum, but I was able to bring myself back from the brink.
She walked to her dresser as I began to stroke my cock and finish myself off.
The incredible feeling of a velvet liquid soon coated my cock as she lubed it up, making my masturbation easier. She took bed pillows, lay prone across them so her ass was angled up, and began to rub lube inside her ass.
“You ever fuck Melinda’s ass?” she queried.
I shook my head no. “She’s not too sure about it,” I replied.
“Her loss. It’s always the perfect ending to a good fuck,” she replied as she probed her ass open with her fingers.
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