Alarm Cloc

I woke slowly, gently, feeling her lips, my favorite alarm clock, softly on my morning erection. I stretched a little and patted her hip, letting her know I was awake. She swung her leg over my arms, held stretched straight above my head, to assume the classic 69 position we both enjoyed, her on top.

My hands caressed her ass and then gently parted her labia. The mat of her thick, dark, coarse pubic hair was already wet with her morning arousal. When I parted her nether lips silvery threads of the mucus that was her natural lubricant connected them. Her inner lips were pink and swollen, but not as swollen as they would be soon, as she slowly lowered herself.

I leaned my head forward, my tongue extended, lightly touching the tiny puckered opening of her anus, tracing the stained rim, and then dragging it slowly down to her pussy. I kissed each lip separately, covered it with my lips, sucking gently, and flicked her clitoris, the hard pink bud of her pleasure center, with my tongue. Then I moved my face from side to side, using my cheeks to part her a bit more, and with my mouth open wide began sucking very gently on those delicate inner lips.

I enjoyed the slightly salty taste of her lubricating mucus, okay, the snot, of her excitement. As she started flowing, as her arousal built, I sucked gently, encouraging her, enjoying the way she filled my mouth before I swallowed. I enjoyed the sensation of it, the way it was thick and warm, as much as I enjoyed the taste of it. My tongue would flick her clitoris every few seconds, but mostly I was intent on letting her snot flow into my mouth and swallowing it greedily.

I knew her tells by now, but she knew mine as well, I felt the tension building in her body as she matched the growing pressure in my belly. The heat of her pussy was palpable. The wonderful womanscent of a woman in full arousal filled my nose and the pheromones worked just as nature intended, making me even harder.

I could feel her getting closer, and my hands found her back now, holding her to my face, an embrace of love. I was caressing her skin slowly, from her shoulders to the base of her spine. I was approaching the edge and I felt her slow a little, delaying me, wanting us to cum together. My hands caressed the roundness of her ass, spreading her cheeks, my fingertip brushing that special sensitive spot as I continued sucking, her inner lips swollen now, almost filling my mouth.

She sped her rhythm with her mouth and I nursed a little harder. When I came she was right there with me, her thick nectar suddenly filling my mouth so full my cheeks bulged. When the first wave passed I swallowed quickly and used my mouth to give her a second and third climax in short order. My own ejaculation was as good as always, as she sucked gently, pulling the last drop of semen from me.

I held her to my mouth until I felt her relax, sated. Then I patted her ass lightly and she swung her leg back off of me and squirmed around to share my pillow. A thick white rope of my semen hung from her chin and I captured it with my tongue.

I kissed her gently and we lay like that, comfortable with each other, in the afterglow of our wakeup ritual.

I squirmed down and settled into the crook of her arm.

"I love you, baby," she said softly.

"And I love you, mom," I said as I latched on, as I had every day of my life, for my second breakfast of the day. My mother's warm, sweet milk.

Sated and full, I rolled out of bed, quick, before she could grab me for a second round.

"Come on," I said, moving around the bed and taking her hand to pull her up.

"Come back to bed, honey," she said, "your students can get by without you for a day."

I laughed and pulled, forcing her to swing her legs around and get her feet on the floor or fall.

Whenever I look at mom, with or without clothes, the word "matronly" springs to mind. Her hair is dark, almost black, liberally streaked with grey, and her round face has all the signs that make her 53 years clear. There are tiny wrinkles around her eyes, a small flap of skin under her chin, and her cheeks are getting full and jowly. She still has the broad shoulders of the gymnast she had once been, but the definition in her arms has given way to softness with those little dark spots, what she calls age spots and what I call sexy freckles, in evidence. Her breasts are heavy, with a tracery of stretch marks, and her nipples and areolas are big, dark, and as I watched, leaking. Her waist is a distant memory. She's definitely a thick chick although without the belly apron or jiggles associated with a truly fat girl. The stretch marks that radiate from her belly button are shiny and very pale compared to the rest of her skin. They are sexy. Her mat of pubic hair is very dark, curly, and showing a hint of grey too. Her thighs are thick with just a hint of sexy cellulite dimpling. Her calves taper to oddly small ankles.

As I say, "matronly." And I love it and love her.

So we showered together, as we did every morning when I had an early class to teach. This was my second year as a teaching assistant as I finished my master's degree. The professor I taught for (if you've never done that job - well, you're basically a slave in return for paid tuition and a ridiculously small stipend) had scheduled a 9:00 a.m. Monday-Wednesday-and Friday class, something I found terrible since I am NOT a morning person.

Squeaky clean, nicely dry, and already looking forward to coming home for lunch, I kissed mom, patted her soft ass, told her I loved her, hopped into my little PT Cruiser convertible, and headed for school.