“Flattering,” Mom said with finality, as though she was admitting it to herself as well as me. “I didn’t think you would get hard for an old gal like me.”
I was paralyzed, waiting for my heartbeat to start again so I had some sort of proof that this was not some sort of near-death-experience hallucination. Nothing about this felt familiar, so I felt encouraged to act in a way I never had before. If this was going to lead to something, I would have to guide it there. Mom called it flattering, and I sought to push that envelope as far as I could.
“What’s flattering? When I do this?” I clenched up and sent a surge of blood to my burgeoning erection, making it flex between Mom’s ass cheeks. She wasn’t the only one who could get away with a bit of naked flirting.
Feeling my dick throb with renewed vigor must have startled Mom, since she jumped away as soon as the uninvited guest begged for her attention.
“Ah, ohmygod!” she screamed, but continued to cling to my forearm like we were watching a horror movie. As disarmed as she was, she did not want to let go of me.
When Mom jumped away from me, she had created a small gap of space. It wasn’t much, but it was more than necessary. Just one powerful flex was all I needed. In just that tiny space–in less than a couple of short seconds–my cock instinctively tried to straighten itself, but wound up in a tantalizing new position.
Mom’s tender thighs caressed my cock, but it was no longer pointing at her feet. It was sandwiched between her legs with the head–bulging like a fat, purple mushroom–lodged in the lips of her vagina. The meaty curtains enrobed the throbbing egg in a wet, cushy hug. I was not inside of her yet, but we both tensed up as we realized how easily that would change if she moved the wrong way.
The tip of the inflated helmet lay menacingly close to her pussy, inching toward the warmth radiating from between her legs like a dense, sweltering sauna. I wanted to push forward and trudge through the tightly packed cave of pussy meat; to feel its slippery, velour petals part for me as I plunged into the muggy depths.
Making such a move without acknowledging what had already happened would be a bridge too far for both of us. We were both enthralled in the allure of what might happen next, but neither of us wanted to be the hand that brought that future to life.
After a few agonizing seconds wedged between her honey-soaked lips, I had to say something just to distract myself from cumming on the spot.
“This is weird, right?” I murmured.
“Mmhmm,” Mom barely squeaked out. “I feel like I’m in high school again.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, I-I don’t know I just feel, like, all these butterflies and I don’t think I should.” Mom craned her neck to look at me. “Does that make sense?”
“I think it does, Mom. I feel them, too.” I hugged her tighter and rested my chin on her shoulder. I kissed the back of her neck, expecting her to embrace the feeling, but she crunched up when the tingles from my kiss sent fission surging through her.
“H-honeeeeyyy,” Mom groaned. “What are we doing?”
“I don’t know, Mommy.” I kissed her again.
Mom tightened her ass against my stomach and dragged her pussy lips over the intruder that pulsed in their slippery grip. “You never call me that anymore.” She sounded forlorn for a time long passed. “I miss that; my baby boy.”
“I’m right here, Mommy.” I made sure to hiss the title in her ear that time. She shivered as the tingles spread through her whole body.
“Not so little anymore, hmm?” Mom rolled her hips in a circle, very intentionally smothering my cock with a flurry of sloppy kisses. She tilted her head further back so it was resting on my shoulder, exposing her neck so I could plant an army of gentle kisses over her skin. She groaned with delight as I sucked on her, placing a hickey below her ear.
“We can’t–I mean, we shouldn’t.” Mom was muttering to herself while she clawed my arm like a feral cat. Her nails dug into my wrist, but I was willing to let her jump through whatever mental hoops she needed to in order to feel good about this. “I-I don’t know what to do.”
“Tell me, I’m here.” I nibbled on her shoulder.
“I want…” Mom sucked in a deep breath of air and released it like it had been weighing her down for years. With her mind made up, she admitted her depraved truth. It was a simple thought, but its utterance brought such overwhelming complications that bringing it to life put her on the verge of tears.
“I… I want to feel good. With you, honey,” Mom whispered, forcing the words to leave her lips no matter how hard it was. “Is that okay?”
“Yes, Mommy, it is. Just tell me if this is okay.” I took my arm away from Mom’s midsection. Rather than hold her tightly by my forearm, I flattened my palm against her tummy. I slowly inched my way up over her pudgy belly, making sure to keep myself tethered to her with as much skin as possible. I secured my whole arm to her body, with my elbow at her navel, like a human seatbelt.
My hand was a shark fin that cut between Mom’s saggy, suffocating breasts. It slid between the heaving mounds of flesh and was instantly greeted by their undeniable warmth. Her top breast sandwiched my hand between the other enormous udder with such tremendous weight that I could barely wiggle my fingers.
I curled my wrist and scooped the wobbling tit into my arm like I was giving it a bear hug. I jostled the mountain of meat in my arm and marveled as wave after fat, pudgy wave rippled through Mom’s flesh. I sank my hand into the pliable dough and squeezed until it oozed through my fingers.
Mom’s nipple was sticking out from her pink, palm-sized areola and poking into my hand. I caught it between my thumb and finger as I grabbed a greedy handful of soft putty. I rolled the firm gem with a tender touch, carefully searching for the right amount of pressure that would make my mother squirm.
Mom routinely clenched her thighs together to smother the head of my cock with a series of loving kisses, tenderly polishing the orb without granting it access inside. Bit by bit, she was allowing herself to perform in a way unbecoming of a good mother, succumbing to the desire to be treated like the woman she was.
Mom parted her legs slightly and her fingers snaked through the crack in her thighs. They brushed against me before she snatched them away, exciting me with a sharp tickle that cut through her pussy’s dizzying humidity like a knife.
“Can Mommy…” She wasn’t just asking permission, she was pleading.
“Touch it,” I breathed in her ear.
Mom shuddered and dove between her legs. Her fingertips prodded the bulging member, eliciting a few more soft groans from both of us. My cock followed her direction as she guided it through her legs until it pointed straight ahead of us. Our hips met and, with no more distance to close, Mom resealed her thighs and trapped me in the sauna I ached for, with her juicy, dripping pussy acting as the roof.
A thick patch of fluffy pubic hair tickled the crown. I pushed back and forth through the small opening she gave me, each time delving through the jungle of wet, matted fur until my entire length was coated in syrup.
Mom was gently rubbing her clit in time with my slow, steady strokes. Her fingertips tickled the topside of my cock each time it passed through her lips.
I don’t know which of us was enjoying it more. I was holding more breast than I could carry, and Mom was feeling a cock against her sacred spot for the first time since Dad left. I knew she had not found another man in the meantime; Mom wasn’t like that. This was her first time revisiting this dance with someone new. As fate would have it, it was with someone very familiar, too.
Mom lifted her leg again, just enough to slip her hand underneath my cock. The pads of her fingers brushing against the underside was electric, but she did not stop there. Mom took her time nuzzling the head against her entrance, dragging it through the trench of thick honey, so her lips would cling to it on every pass.
Mom was no longer shy about grinding against me once I was in place. She removed her hand to show off how much control she could exude with only her hips, and I was certainly impressed.
The mushroom head bulging in her petals was completely entombed in pussy meat, leaving only a hint of the smooth egg exposed. Her movements were subtle enough that I didn’t sink in further, but that was entirely intentional. Just like before, all she needed to do was back up a little and we would enter into territory we could not return from.
“Honey,” Mom mewed to me with lustful fervor. “Mommy is going to put your penis inside of her now. Is that okay?”
God, she was getting off on the taboo more than I was! I was willing to play whatever role she wanted me to.
“Fuck yes, Mommy,” I whined. “Please let me fuck you.”
Mom searched for my hand in the dark and desperately interlocked our fingers when she did. Our bond was unbreakable, and we were going to test that truth.
Mom edged her hips back and began to engulf me into her steamy pocket, one inch at a time. Her lips parted and accepted the whole head inside at once. She gasped as the full size invaded her, but was undeterred. She pushed her bum into me to gobble down another inch, cooing softly as the turgid boulder eased into her.
Mom rocked in place, gingerly accepting more and more into her tiny pussy. Each small bump nuzzled against my cock, massaging every new inch with its warm, wet embrace. Her walls were made of a thousand velvet folds, each vying for their turn tenderly hugging the beast that throbbed within their depths as it sank deeper, deeper, and deeper into her body.
I could not believe how hot it was inside of Mom; she made the sleeping bag feel like a block of ice. I forgot winter was erupting in the world outside of us.
Mom’s hands were quivering relentlessly. Whether from nerves, or from feeling the first cock enter her in so many moons, I did not know. Her breathing was tattered and ragged, coming in random intervals as she lost the ability to control anything but the slow descent of her ass into my lap.
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