As night fell and time for bed drew near, my mother asked that I come and join her on the couch for a quick once over some old photo albums. I sat very close to her, as we poured over pictures of my first steps, kindergarten plays, and high school graduation. My mother never moved away from me on the couch, it was as though she enjoyed the closeness. Our hands brushed many times while pointing to certain pictures, and that too did not seem strange to her. For what seemed like hours we sat on the sofa, our bodies incredibly close and I found that once again, I was extremely wet. I began to fidget some, with an ache that had started at the coffee shop. And although I wasn’t sure what to do with these thoughts and feelings, they were extremely real to me. I doubted this for a while, but the feelings felt almost mutual, as though she too, wanted and needed the same release.
Once night was in full bloom, my mom said she was going to bed, and to my surprise, asked if I would join her. I pondered this for a moment, and while the thoughts of what I felt that could happen unfolded in my mind, I realized that she held a look on her face that I had never seen from her before. I made direct eye contact with her, and her soft blue eyes seemed to draw me, until our lips met. I could taste the coffee on her lips, mixed with her a soft taste of peach gloss. To my surprise, the kiss was only soft for a moment, then full and hard. Our tongues met, and entwined. Seeking, and exploring, what was clearly new and confusing to the both of us. Once our kiss broke, we sat catching our breath, still holding each others eyes. Without another word, we both stood, and made our way to the bed room.
I lied down next to her on soft sheets, her body warmth produced an incredible feeling. There was very little light, but still enough to see her face, and that her gown straps had fell low enough to expose the tops of her breasts. I had never seen my mother like this, and I knew then that she was indeed the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her hips made a beautiful curve as she lay on her side and brushed my hair from my neck. Our lips met again, and this time there was no tempting or tasting, just a hunger for one another. Our tongues glided smoothly over one another, as my hands found her nipples in her gown. My thumbs caressed them until they were hard beneath my touch, and her moans and whimpers were music to my ears. I wondered if I was doing this right, then I realized that I was touching her the way I loved to be touched. Our kiss never broke, as our bodies began to rock in rhythm together. Pressing our breasts together, our hips together, her hands pressed against my body. We broke for only a moment, to catch our breath. Then she moved lower to suck my nipples. I could never remember feeling a desire and ache this strong. She sucked on my tits until they were hard her fingers slid down my stomach until she found my wet clit. Her index finger slid inside me as her thumb circled my clit. I was close to climaxing and it was almost as though she knew this, because her kisses trailed her hand , and her tongue replaced her fingers. The movement of her tongue over my clit was firm, and my moans grew louder. I began to rock my hips with the rhythm she had created. Within only a minute it seemed, every muscle in my body tensed and I exploded in her mouth. She didn’t move from this spot, but continued to lick my cum while massaging my breast. Every stroke of her tongue made my orgasm more intense. And even after my body ache had ceased some, she continued to lick.
I desired to give back what she had given me, and so I slid my body up and over her, gliding my hands up her long legs, until I found the soft mound of hair between her legs. She was caressing her own nipples, and moaning and my smallest touch. I parted her, and slid my fingers inside her. She let out a moan that must have been dieing to escape, and rocked her hips so that my fingers slid in and out of her, in motion. my finger found her clit, hard and pulsing. And I stroked it, until my entire hand was covered in her warm juices. I kissed the insides of her thighs, and made my way up to where my fingers were bringing her closer to the edge. Her juice were sweet; my tongue dove deep inside her, licking and sucking like a baby with milk. My tongue moved firm over her clit and her head fell back on the pillow, as her hips rose with and fell with her orgasm. Her cum covered the sheets, and ran down my hand, but I could not stop sucking and tasting. Her juices were warm and her cum satisfying, until I found myself started to climax again.
We brought one another to ecstasy many times before the morning light. We touched and tasted, kissed and made love to one another. When the morning broke, we had fallen asleep in each others arms. When my father came in the bedroom, he found us lying naked entwined together on cum covered sheets.
