“Ohhhh, gaaawd.” Mom swooned as our bodies finally connected. Her plump bottom rested flush with my hips so her pillowy cheeks bulged out on the sides, making the plumpness mashed against me into the perfect cushion to rest on. My cock was buried to the hilt in a suffocating rainforest of sultry pussy meat, and every reminder that it belonged to my mother made it harder and harder not to cum.
“S-stay there. Just for a second,” Mom urged, with her ass grinding against me, dragging her cervix like a fine paintbrush over the spongy head. It pulsed against her womb like it wanted permission to fill her to the brim with baby butter. “Gotta let Mommy get used to you. Okay, honey?”
I grunted in approval.
“That’s my good boy.” Mom brushed a hand on my cheek and pulled my face close to hers.
We convulsed like a heartbeat, writhing against each other in a rhythm set by our bodies. I did nothing more than listen to mine, but it knew the steps like this were the most natural thing in the world.
Mom took my hand and led it towards her pussy, driving my hand between her tightly sealed legs. I ventured through the wiry mess of dense, soggy fur with one goal in mind, and my heart soared when I reached it.
To feel Mom’s delicate, slimy petals part under my fingers was divine. I pushed her curtains open and slid through them until I could feel where Mom and I were connected. Her pussy was straining to account for the sizeable girth plunging her depths. I ran my finger along the elastic ring that struggled to swallow the width, stretching grotesquely in an effort to prove she was able to handle my size.
“There,” Mom grunted hastily. “Can you feel that?”
I nodded like a mute caveman driven by nothing but instincts.
“Feel how much you stretch Mommy?” She panted like a tired puppy. “I have–uhhhh, fuck–haven’t done this in a while.”
“I can tell.” I kissed her neck and breathed in deep to embroil my senses with the intoxicating woman in my arms.
“Am I too tight?” Mom whimpered. “I can’t help it, nobody’s been in there for an awfully long time.”
“You feel fucking amazing, Mommy,” I swooned.
“Say it again,” she begged.
I lathered her with compliments like a waterfall, pouring praise over how incredible she felt. I did not have to fake a single word of it; I had never felt this good in my entire life.
“Mommy, your pussy feels so fucking good. You’re so tight and warm, I wanna stay in here forever,” I sang proudly.
Our slow grinding resurfaced as a response to the gnawing desperation we felt, longing to express our most deeply hidden desires to each other by way of touch. Mom drove her ass into my lap like she wanted to squish me, serenading my cock with the loving embrace of her slippery squeezes.
“I wanna cum so badly,” I pleaded.
“Shh, shh. Not yet, baby,” Mom hushed me, immediately bringing our groove to a halt. “Have you ever kissed a woman before, honey?”
“Uh, no.” I blushed, but now was not the time for modesty.
“Can Mommy be your first?” Right then, she was the one begging. Mom turned to face me, so I backed up to make room for her, but she seized up when my dick nearly popped out of her. “No! No, keep it inside. I want to feel all those little throbs.”
“These?” I treated her to a powerful flutter of cock flexes.
“Yes, those!” Mom squealed with glee, bucking her hips in response. “Now, stop teasing your mother and come kiss her.”
I kept my cock submerged in my mother, content to stay there until it began to wrinkle, while she rotated to face me. I wished for a better light source so I could see the beautiful woman smiling below me, but for now, the outline of her face would have to be enough. Besides, it was a face I was very familiar with.
My grasp around Mom kept her pulled tightly to me, but as I towered over her, I felt strangely dominant over the woman who had been an authority figure for my entire life. For her to also be my first kiss felt all too poetic.
Mom sucked in a small breath of air just before our lips touched. She tasted like vanilla, the softness of her plump lips fitting between mine in a satisfying lock. The minute peach fuzz, its heavenly softness, grazed against my lips as they slid over each other. I had never kissed anyone, but following Mom’s moves made it felt as natural as learning to walk.
Mom flicked her tongue against my lips, gingerly prodding them apart. Her pink python wiggled into my mouth to toil with mine, slithering the duo together to create a symphony of lecherous slurping. Our tongues danced together in harmony, each of us taking a turn with the reins in search of the perfect rhythm.
We hastily exchanged sloppy, passionate kisses like we were seconds away from being caught in the act, desperate to spend one more moment embracing each other before we were ripped apart. Should that have happened, I would have fought tooth and nail to get back into the arms of this remarkable woman.
Mom proved her expertise by delicately nibbling on my bottom lip with her teeth. She gave a gentle tug before releasing it, leaving me no time to react before she swooped in for another kiss. Everything she did with her mouth delighted me, and Mom was gifted at moving flawlessly from one practiced technique to the next.
Intertwining our tongues, biting my bottom lip, giving control to me so I could assault her with sloppy, amateur smooches before she inevitably resumed her methodical kissing.
Neither of us could resist our bodies begging us to resume our mechanical grinding. We were cogs in a machine ignoring our only purpose, but one steady shove from me was all it took to reignite the engine. I pushed my cock as deep into my mother as it would go, straining against her cervix without trying to hurt her.
“I can’t… believe… you can… do that.” Mom had to wait for a pause between kisses to get a word out.
“Can’t all guys?” I groaned, as she flattened her tongue against my taste buds.
“No, honey.” Mom pushed her face into mine for a final, ultimate kiss. I did not realize until that moment how ragged my breathing had become. “You’ve got a big dick, you need to get used to it. Your father never touched the bottom.”
“Am I too big?” I raised an eyebrow.
“No, no,” Mom assured me. “I pushed you out of there, remember? I’ll be damned if you’ve gotten too big to go back inside.”
Amid Mom’s furious, unrelenting squeezes, a familiar tingling arose in my balls. I was quick to shut it down, but every move Mom made served to void that self-control.
“Mom, I–I think I’m gonna cum,” I whined anxiously. “I’m not wearing a condom, what do I do?”
“I know, I can feel that,” Mom giggled. “Are you scared?”
“A little bit, I think?” I felt like she was prodding for a specific answer.
“But you still want to, don’t you?” she cooed sweetly, seducing me until all the red flags looked green. “You wanna cum inside Mommy, even though it’s dangerous?”
“C–Can I?” I begged pathetically, ready to say or do anything I had to for the privilege.
“I dunno, honey. How scared are you?”
“What if you get pregnant?” I blurted out. I knew the risks, but there was something magical about Mom that made me feel like everything was going to be okay no matter what.
“I guess we’ll just have to find out,” Mom whispered into my ear.
Mom tucked her knees to her chest and pushed my dick out of her pussy without needing to use her hands. Before I could mourn the loss of her internal warmth, she flung her legs over mine and climbed on top of me. I was straddled like a pony, with Mom at the helm.
The matronly silhouette leaned down until her gigantic, pillowy breasts squashed against my chest. She brushed her nose over mine and dipped her head for a slow, tender kiss that she did not break for a long time.
I dug into her ass, filling my hands with scoops of dough that moulded under my fingers. Mom’s succulent flesh yielded to every subtle touch, oozing around my digits the harder I squeezed. I pulled her gelatinous globes apart to make a valley in which my throbbing erection could nestle, with the helmet lodged squarely against her asshole.
In tandem with her cheeks, Mom’s pussy could not avoid having its lips peeled apart. Her syrupy petals lovingly cradled the sides of my shaft, dripping their nectar over my cock. Her curtains gracefully caressed each vein like slippery hands with a mind of their own, doing their best to smear every inch of me with their rich honey.
I closed her cheeks back together, sealing the torrid confines around my entire length. My cock was a pulsing sausage, and her cheeks were the two soft, fluffy buns wrapped on either side. Using her swollen mounds to massage the entirety of my greasy pole at once, was better than anything I ever managed with my hands, no matter how much lotion I used.
Our bodies writhed in the sleeping bag. I loved having Mom rest her weight on top of me, bearing down on me with her heavy breasts and threatening to suffocate me under the sagging pile. Her lips wrestled so fervently with mine that I could scarcely draw breath.
“Hey,” Mom whispered to me, ending our lengthy kiss. She leaned forward, dangling her breasts in my face as she sung to me. “Are you ready to go back inside?”
I planted a kiss on her sternum, using her breasts like earmuffs to smother my head on both sides. I have never been happier in my entire life than while wearing my mother’s boobs like a face mask. The stifling heat threatened to melt the skin off my face, but my skeleton would be smiling.
I was suffocating in the dull, muggy steam of our makeshift mattress–my sleeping bag refused to accommodate the heat produced by two naked bodies twisting into a human pretzel. Were it not for the broken window, every pane of glass in the van would be covered in a thick layer of fog. The sweat on our skin sizzled to a boil, the temperature in the bag mirroring the surface of the sun. With the friction of our bodies rubbing against one another, this wet, sultry humidity was the only thing keeping us from catching fire.
Mom reached below us and grabbed my cock by the root, giving it a tentative squeeze like she was checking the air on a bike tire.
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