I started to suck on her hard nipples, teasing each of them. I then moved down to her gorgeous thighs and started to nibble them. She slowly moved them apart teasing me. I started at her left knee, and drug my tongue as far up the inside of her thigh as I could get, she finally got the idea and lifted her leg up onto my shoulder as she leaned back on her hands. When she put her right leg was on my shoulder, I moved to her wet, intoxicating pussy.
I nibbled her clit, and I slid my tongue as far inside her as I could. She began real moaning, the type of noise that is difficult to distinguish if someone is in pain or in ecstasy. I stopped long enough to take hold of her hands and lowered her until she was flat on the table. I placed her hands on her vagina and began licking them instead of her.
As she began methodically caressing herself, I moved my tongue lower and lower until I once again was at her anus with a different exploratory tool. The first time I licked her with a long slow deliberate stroke, she arched her back and shouted, “Oh God!”
With the encouragement of enough random “yeses”, I finally just settled in to pushing my tongue as deeply into her rectum as I could, in rough cadence to her hand movements. Eventually a moment came in which the moans became one long continuous howl, and she crossed her legs behind my neck and squeezed my face into her for so long I had the brief thought that if I was going to die by suffocation, this was the place I wanted it to happen.
When she finally released me, I stood up, and ran my hands up her belly. I squeezed those beautiful breasts. bent over and kissed her lips. She licked all around my mouth with her tongue. “You taste like my come,” she chided.
My hard cock was pushing against her pussy.
She pulled me close and kissed me. “Now” she murmured.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“I need you in me NOW!!!.”
She bent her knees and pushed her pussy hard against my cock. She grabbed me, and guided me into her smoothly, and any plans for a gradual penetration fell by the wayside as she thrust her hips forward and took all of me inside her. Our eyes were locked on each other, and I could only hope that the feel of my swollen flesh inside of her felt as good to her as the velvet sponge furnace of her pussy felt to me. She looked at me with those expressive eyes, and I understood what she meant by intimacy, and I hoped she saw it in my eyes as well.
“Move with me,” she urged.
“I can’t, I’m so close to filling you with cum, and don’t want this to end yet, “I responded.
“Just rock,” she insisted.
And so we did, small tiny movements, still joined as one, she swallowing me in heat and honey, and I stayed deep inside her. Every time she gasped, and her belly contracted, I would push harder. She came!! I felt her belly contract for a long time. She looked at me with intimate satisfaction, smiled and said, “okay.”
I exploded in her. Torrents of cum plastered her womb. When I finished, I collapsed on her, and buried my face in her sweaty tits. I started to pull out of her, but she grabbed my ass and held tight.
“No,” she said. “Stay in me. I never want to forget what this feels like.”
We lay there for a long time. I just held her tight and listened to her breathe.
She finally let go, and I untangled myself from her so she could get off the kitchen table. She led me by the hand to her bedroom, and we spent the rest of the night in a softer, but no less passionate, location.
Early, in the morning, after we’d fucked for hours, my mom said, “Is this what you think about when you’re masturbating with me in mind?”
“Yes”, I replied. “But not just fucking you, making LOVE to you!”
And then she moved down, and licked my cock clean all of the accumulated pussy juice and semen and sweat, and when she was done it was not all that surprising that she had me erect again. She sucked on if for a few minutes but moved back up to lay beside me. She held my erection in her hand and kissed me.
“I want to feel you in me again,” she whispered, tugging gently. She rubbed my head across her pussy, back and forth, until I pushed inside her, and she breathed in the way she did, and I reached behind her and held that beautiful ass and wished that time would just stop.
We showered together and drove to work the next day. The trip was in total silence, except that she reached for and held my hand the entire time. My dad was home that night, and we resumed our normal roles without any opportunity for closure of what we had experienced.
Sometimes, when I’m home on holidays, I see my mother staring absently at a certain spot on the kitchen table and suspect that she is thinking about the same thing I am thinking. Sometimes, when I kiss her goodbye, we extend it for an extra heartbeat, and remember. Sometimes, I randomly text her, and describe some aspect of her that I like in detail.
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